My hands are so cold

One of my best friends is a very talented artist, but she lacks a little common sense. I tell her it’s because she gets so focused on her work that often she just doesn’t think outside of it. And that’s okay, it happens to the best us. However, recently she almost made herself sick from it. I had just come back from my shift in the bookstore, when I smelled something awful throughout the house. It smelled like turpentine. My first thought was that maybe one of my neighbors was working on a project right outside one of my windows, and the fumes had drifted into our apartment. I turned on our one air conditioner to fan to just help move the fumes out, and went around to see if I could spot the source. Well, I did, but it was’t one of my neighbors. It was my roommate, working on a painting with her headphones on. I remembered her saying that morning that she was going to try something traditional with the paints her mom had gotten her for Christmas. Well, she did, but she didn’t know that they were oil paints! I had to tap her shoulder to get her attention. Her first response was that she must have forgotten to eat, because she felt dizzy. Immediately I ushered her out on the porch. I explained that our house doesn’t have good enough indoor air quality for those paints. She would have to paint with those with somewhere that had central air conditioning, or she could try outside on the porch. We had to put her paint pallet and her canvas outside and go out for lunch while the apartment aired out.