Personal HygieneThere 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?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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Wake up, it's a beautiful morning...I used to sit, eyes mostly watering, next to a guy called Paul in English Lit. Festooned with chains, a Maiden teeshirt wearing type, by God he reeked to high heaven. Coming from Chav Central as I do, the teachers probably sat me (Little Miss Square) next to reeky Paul because I was most capable of compassion/least likely to stab him in the eye whilst yelling 'WASH! WASH! JUST HAVE A WASH!'. My Mother once told me never to wish my intelligence away no matter what it bought me, but Jesus, sometimes it really has a lot to answer for.
The worst aspect was the stinky breath: I endured two long years of Paul breathing heavily over me and singing Wake Up by the Boo Radleys (we were studying To Kill A Mockingbird at the time). When anyone else complained about the grimness that dwelt in his mouth, he told us he didn't need toothpaste, 'cos he used mouthwash. Ugh.
Bless him, he's dead now, and it's probably bad to speak ill of the dead and all that, especially when I sort of know he was alright underneath. What I'm about to say is WRONG and I know it, but he probably doesn't smell much worse now. I will say this for him though: I'll hear Wake Up Boo and smile every time I read that book.
(, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 13:45, Reply)
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