In mind: “Damn, this place looks like shit, hopefully the food is good”
“Damn, it looks like shit inside and so many space with empty seats, I guess they are busy during dinner time”
“Fuck they don’t have much of a selection to choose from, I don’t ever want to come back to this Chinese buffet place again”

Talking to co-workers: “Hey guys, I CAN’T BREATH”

I was thinking how this could have happened. Sure the place looked like a place I know my girlfriend wouldn’t step foot in, sure it should have been packed with people during the busiest time of the day, sure the carpet and lighting reminded me of being in an alley late at night, but I was hungry and ate 1 bowl of shit that was mixed in with shrimp or some other type of shell fish that I’m allergic to. As soon as I got back to work I took a pill a friend gave me, told everyone else in my work section that I couldn’t breath and headed to the pharmacy to get a quick puff of medicated air.

You don’t realize how important something is until you need it the most. I started to look around and quickly got envious of the people who had no problems breathing correctly and me at that very moment felt like I was trying to push air through a very small straw. The good thing about this whole altercation was that I was going to the allergy/asthma doctor 2 days later and was going to get all of it handled. But still it sucked and made me realize that I have to watch were I go eat and more importantly stop being lazy about myself, especially my health which I put other things ahead of.