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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Sorry, I have to pause now and then to keep from gagging.
My college Calc II prof wore a tie and jacket each day to class, no matter how hot it was.
One day I noticed a little white line in a cicrle around his armpit on the outside of his suitcoat. I don't know exactly how much sweat has to accumulate before you can start to see the salt, but it has to be a lot.
As the days and weeks went on, the salt line spread further and further and got thicker and thicker.
My sick mind wonders how it smelled. It wonders how it tasted. Even now, 15 years later, I can imagine the taste of salty BO fabric in my mouth. It's a compulsion; I can't stop thinking about it.
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 13:24, Reply)
My college Calc II prof wore a tie and jacket each day to class, no matter how hot it was.
One day I noticed a little white line in a cicrle around his armpit on the outside of his suitcoat. I don't know exactly how much sweat has to accumulate before you can start to see the salt, but it has to be a lot.
As the days and weeks went on, the salt line spread further and further and got thicker and thicker.
My sick mind wonders how it smelled. It wonders how it tasted. Even now, 15 years later, I can imagine the taste of salty BO fabric in my mouth. It's a compulsion; I can't stop thinking about it.
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 13:24, Reply)
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