sickly
There was girl in the co-op the other evening, all done up for a night on the town. Her perfume would have been fine in moderation, but just standing on front of her in the queue triggered the chest tightening early stages of an asthma attack.
The only thing which kept me from collapsing was the horrific thought she might be a trained first aider, in which case her 'kiss of life' would have killed me.
