Last night, I woke up (after being asleep) terrified that my sister had been asphyxiating herself, oil-painting with turps holed up in her room for hours on end. The facts, as I saw them, were:
- It's freezing cold and raining all the time at the moment, where my folks live.
- My sister spends all her time in her room when she's not on the computer. She does all her painting in her room.
- My sister's room is likely to be all shut up against the aforementioned cold, and is not really well-ventilated at the best of times.
- My sister was all excited about doing oil painting for the first time.
- Mineral turpentine is integral to oil painting, and should not be used in unventilated areas.
Facts that unfortunately did not occur to me:
- I love mineral turpentine with a fierce, longing love. My sister has never shown any indication she feels the same way.
- Just because I'm dumb enough to give myself migraines via low ventilation does not mean my sister is.
- My sister is not an idiot.
- Even if she did hole herself up in her room with the fumes and make herself sick, she'd never do it again. Never never three days in a row.
So I tried to ring her. Then when her phone was turned off, I sent her a text message three text messages long about the dangers of turps fumes.
She definitely is sitting at home, thinking I'm a psycho.
I'm a psycho.
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