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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Shitpisscumwaxmaggot man...
The mankiest person I have ever met is a guy in his 60's who lives alone in a very small unit. His carpet reeks of urine (he has no pets) and squidges underfoot when you walk on it. There is faecal matter encrusted everywhere - on the floors and carpet, under his fingernails, over bedding and furniture and all over and around the toilet.
He usually calls the ambulance (me) when he has chest pain - which is usually bought on when he has a wank. He makes no attempt to clean himself after said wank and he picks and eats his ear wax continually. The only time I have been to him other than for chest pain is when his neighbours called us because of a smell of rotting meat coming from his unit. We assumed he had died and it did indeed smell like putrefaction (rotting body) but no, he was alive and well. His ulcerated foot had degenerated to the point that maggots were now present.
He refused to come with us or the police to hospital and we had to leave him there because the law allows for his "self-determination" if he is fully conscious and alert.
I believe the foot was amputated a few days later, maybe the maggots convinced him that he was too manky for even them.
( , Tue 27 Mar 2007, 1:20, Reply)
The mankiest person I have ever met is a guy in his 60's who lives alone in a very small unit. His carpet reeks of urine (he has no pets) and squidges underfoot when you walk on it. There is faecal matter encrusted everywhere - on the floors and carpet, under his fingernails, over bedding and furniture and all over and around the toilet.
He usually calls the ambulance (me) when he has chest pain - which is usually bought on when he has a wank. He makes no attempt to clean himself after said wank and he picks and eats his ear wax continually. The only time I have been to him other than for chest pain is when his neighbours called us because of a smell of rotting meat coming from his unit. We assumed he had died and it did indeed smell like putrefaction (rotting body) but no, he was alive and well. His ulcerated foot had degenerated to the point that maggots were now present.
He refused to come with us or the police to hospital and we had to leave him there because the law allows for his "self-determination" if he is fully conscious and alert.
I believe the foot was amputated a few days later, maybe the maggots convinced him that he was too manky for even them.
( , Tue 27 Mar 2007, 1:20, Reply)
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