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Must explain to parents that I lost cushy job because someone's WRETCHED perfume during my psych exam caused me to develop a level 8 migraine (and fuck it I have no idea what I wrote for the essay questions) which took thee hours, two doses of meds, and a nap to get down to a reasonable level 3. I had to call off on the job.

Yeah. I'm not happy about this. But I was not going to drag myself down to Case to do hell knows what for hours while I couldn't think to tie my shoes. (I'm being literal here.)