Personal Hygiene
There comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
There comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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my housemate
has kindly allowed me to stay at his home upon returning from travelling...
Unfortunately he didn't mention the mess. He didn't mention the tea bags growing in the kitchen, the plates glued together with mould and decay, the assorted variety of takeaway cartons and wrappers in various states of decay.
He didn't mention the dead pigeon in his bath or the fact that his hot water doesn't work, or the fact that he hasn't got a wheelie-bin and just throws his bin bags into a huge black pile in the garden...
He didn't mention the fact that the halloween decorations are still up from many years ago, his motorbike is in the living room (in bits), his large collection of wires in the corner of the room (all attatched to something, but so knotted and tangled that only a child with autism could figure it out)...
he didn't mention the fact that his other settee was covered in cat crap, his kitchen floor covered in chicken bones, his bathroom is beyond hellish...
I shit you not... I really shit you not...
His bedroom is covered in a hundred empty coke cans, tobacco pouches, ash and dust... lots of dust...
He eats only takeaways and microwave foods, he has no toothbrush as far as I'm aware of, he drinks nothing but double coffee's, he doesn't wash as far as I know and uses deoderant as a smell pacifier.
He still maanges to hold down two girlfriends though, so fuck knows whats going on there eh?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 13:08, Reply)
has kindly allowed me to stay at his home upon returning from travelling...
Unfortunately he didn't mention the mess. He didn't mention the tea bags growing in the kitchen, the plates glued together with mould and decay, the assorted variety of takeaway cartons and wrappers in various states of decay.
He didn't mention the dead pigeon in his bath or the fact that his hot water doesn't work, or the fact that he hasn't got a wheelie-bin and just throws his bin bags into a huge black pile in the garden...
He didn't mention the fact that the halloween decorations are still up from many years ago, his motorbike is in the living room (in bits), his large collection of wires in the corner of the room (all attatched to something, but so knotted and tangled that only a child with autism could figure it out)...
he didn't mention the fact that his other settee was covered in cat crap, his kitchen floor covered in chicken bones, his bathroom is beyond hellish...
I shit you not... I really shit you not...
His bedroom is covered in a hundred empty coke cans, tobacco pouches, ash and dust... lots of dust...
He eats only takeaways and microwave foods, he has no toothbrush as far as I'm aware of, he drinks nothing but double coffee's, he doesn't wash as far as I know and uses deoderant as a smell pacifier.
He still maanges to hold down two girlfriends though, so fuck knows whats going on there eh?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 13:08, Reply)
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