I swear I’m allergic to my adrenaline. A few years ago, lightning struck nearby our house at the end of dry season right before first rain of the season.
The rain was heavy but the fire was more fierce.
Me and a few others here rushed to action, wetting down the house, controlling the flames, running back and forth getting water (because it was too far for all the hoses so the hoses just focused on the house)
back and forth back and forth. Full speed.
After 45 minutes it was finished. Still raining, but the fire was out and no longer smoking.
My brother and sister ran off to help a neighbor who had lightning strikes by their house.
[the fire department *did* come but they were occupied with OTHER strikes before getting to us]
My legs were scratched up badly from running through “sticky weeds” (they have little balls at the end of it that scratch – it’s actually where the idea for velcro came from) – but by the time I felt the pain… I was done.
Knees weren’t wobbly. I had nothing. Couldn’t talk or speak. Felt horrible. inside and out and wanted to run out of my skin but couldn’t move an inch.
Of course this is extreme. But even in regular stress situations, I can take VERY little and then I have to go to a dark room for 15-20 mins. Probably slightly autistic spectrum or whatever.
Anyway, I hate when the stuff takes over. Useful? Sometimes. But Rarely.