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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My sister used to work on the ambulances,not the paramedics - just the minibus type that run people to & from hospital.
Some of the patients used to hum a bit. The worst was the local town crier, who dressed in one set of cod-mediaeval clobber all year round and had long, lank, filthy hair under his authentically greasy tricorne hat.
His personal hygiene was also stuck in the Dark Ages and he stank, especially when he got a leg ulcer which went gangrenous.
Gangrene smells, if you didn't know, just like dogshit, only more offensive. JUST what you want in a crowded minibus on a winter's day, with all the windows tightly shut, the morning after a heavy night's beerage.
When the leg inevitably came off, and the dogshit smell went, and Sis and the crew only had a rank 20-stone one-legged stinker to manually lug around, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Only a very shallow sigh, though.
(, Fri 23 Mar 2007, 16:38, Reply)
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