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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Possibly one of the most disgusting things to happen to me...
Despite the fact that I'd repeatedly told my band director that I have no interest in taking up the saxophone, I showed up on the first day to find a girl thrusting a saxophone at me and telling me she'd show me how to play it.
Very well.
Unfortunately, this saxophone was provided by the school. As such, it stayed there, and the members of the band they set up for the little ones used it as well.
So I arrive one fine day, assemble said saxophone, and am compelled to look down the mouthpiece for whatever odd reason. When I do so, I am greeted with the sight of vomit produced by the last child to use it.
I was told, "Just wash it out a little and it'll be fine".
I got the flu a few days later.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 3:05, Reply)
Despite the fact that I'd repeatedly told my band director that I have no interest in taking up the saxophone, I showed up on the first day to find a girl thrusting a saxophone at me and telling me she'd show me how to play it.
Very well.
Unfortunately, this saxophone was provided by the school. As such, it stayed there, and the members of the band they set up for the little ones used it as well.
So I arrive one fine day, assemble said saxophone, and am compelled to look down the mouthpiece for whatever odd reason. When I do so, I am greeted with the sight of vomit produced by the last child to use it.
I was told, "Just wash it out a little and it'll be fine".
I got the flu a few days later.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 3:05, Reply)
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