I inhaled.
It was stupid, I know. I'm a Jedi; I should be able to handle it. We're trained to control ourselves, to be aware of our health, to know how it will affect carrying out our duty. I can just imagine what my Padawan, Anakin, would say. Well, actually I don't, since thi experience is out of both our . . . experiences. At least, I hope so!
First I got the shakes. My hands trembled, and shook visibly when I held them straight in front of me. I sat down on the couch in my apartment in the Jedi Temple, and tried to control them, but it wasn't working.
The haze of confusion came next. It was like a light layer of fog over my mind. I began to wonder over silly things, like if I had enough underwear, and that led to more disturbing thoughts of other people's underwear.
Don't go there, Obi-Wan.
But then I didn't want to sit. I was energetic, even as my body shook. I felt lightheaded, but I wanted to do somersaults. Sadly, the apartment wasn't big enough for that, so I decided to get something to eat instead. I tried to eat some leftover bantha steak, but I found I couldn't cut the meat very well. Considered using my multi-useless lightsaber. Decided against it for not very obvious reasons. Like wondering if I had recharged the power pack in my lightsaber. Hmm.
Anakin was gone, at some lightsaber tutorial. He didn't want to do it, saw the fact that I thought he needed it as a failure, and so on. He can be so exasperating sometimes. That boy will be the death of me. Anyway, I had the apartment to myself, and would for a while. Maybe the effects would wear off by the time Anakin got home – I mean, it'd be bad form for him to see me all hyped up like this. I'm all twitchy.
I decided I was bored of just sitting, so I got up again, with an extra bounce. Went to the bathroom. Came back out. Hummed tunelessly – I'm practically tone-deaf, you know – and got bored again. Decided to go through Anakin's room.
Mechanical gadgets. More mechanical gadgets. Notes passed in class . . . what Jedi Knight had a nice butt? I should teach that boy to have better penmanship, I tell you. Appalling. Really.
Then it wore off, and I felt really, really stupid.
I inhaled.
But hey, how was I supposed to do a breather device for my allergies would have that effect?
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Title: I Inhaled
Summary: Obi-Wan inhales.
A/N: Written after I took my asthma inhaler and had quite the interesting reaction – exactly what Obi-Wan has here, to be precise. And thank goodness for spellchecker, my hands wouldn't stop shaking while I wrote this. ;)
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