Guess blowing up at Kar was only a temporary relief. Still crying, still shaking. Can't eat, can't sleep.

Fuck it. I'm asking for a new location. I'm willing to work but I just can't work in this particular building. Too many bad memories and emotional baggage attached to it. I didn't complain when I cut my leg open, I didn't complain when I had to go into work with my good eye not working and half my face paralized, I didn't complain when I I slipped a disc in my back...but I had a fucking nervous breakdown and spent most of the day bawling. I kept it low-key by bawling into my respirator and passing it off as sweat or crying durring decontamination and passing it off as water from the showers. I didn't complain the whole day, even after I threw up. Asking for a re-location shouldn't be that big of a deal. I'll go back there if I have to but I really really think it'd be better for everyone involved if they just switched me with someone else.