D suffering badly with tree pollen allergies. Another day of open windows, until it got so warm in here we put on the AC for a while. Too early, too warm already. More laundry, to lessen the dust, vacuuming, ironing the linen clothes that may soon be needed. Or it could turn cold and wet again. Read a book. Took a walk. I'm no fan of hot weather, but the light and mild air seems to have energized me. My own eyes are itchy, sneezing and coughing, but not badly, mine usually hit a week or so after D's ebb.
Brought out garbage bags, recycled ones, that have what seems to be in incidental scent, powdery and flowery, that fades by the next day. I have grown more and more intolerant of perfume smells. Like my mother, who had to be careful where she sat in church to avoid the elderly ladies all powdered and scented. I now have the same distress, and at least as badly. Not the normal human odors, nor essential oils, but any artificial chemical smell just crawls up my nose, down to my stomach and bashes about my head, obnoxious and intrusive.
Thankfully, this is normally a minimal problem at work, since anyone with direct patient care is expected not to wear strong scent, and most follow that rule. Most patients don't waste perfume on the day of their surgery, and of those few who do, I rarely have to stay close to them for more than a few minutes. Once in a great while, someone will bathe in cologne sufficiently to permeate the room, a transient botheration in the grand scheme.
In Boston, many people believed in intense olfactory adornment. Men who seemed to be from Eastern Europe and Middle East often walked in a cloud of strong perfume. Not just them, but young women in leaving their mist of fashionable eau de toilette on benches, long minutes after they'd left.
Of course, those who do immerse themselves in scent have no idea how stinky they are. They seem to think it's pretty, and if they can't smell it on themselves - which they can't because their noses have shut down - they put more on. I have heard these people also express a horror of their own normal body odor. I can take clean sweat much more easily than headache inducing, nauseating chemistry.
I think of this while I sneeze my violent sneezes from all-natural pollen.
5 comments:
I thought a golden yew tree in my garden was on fire as a mild breeze caused clouds of what looked like smoke to billow from it. That's tree pollen, and I, too, am allegic to it!
I hadn't suffered any pollen allergies for most of my life, but in the last year or two I have started to become affected by them.
I am amazed at the power of odours that emanate from some people - how they come to the decision that this is acceptable, appropriate or even attractive, is beyond me.
Until this year, I've never been bothered by pollen allergies -- perfumes and other chemical odors, yes. Compounding my problem might be an allergy to the dog my son decided to adopt, which could be a problem. Seems like I've been walking around with a scratchy throat, and one that feels like it has a fur ball in it, for too many weeks now.
I hate the washing powder aisle and the soaps and deodorants aisle in shops.
The smells catch the back of your throat.
Natural smells are much better. I love the smell of my man. He smells of sheep,horses(quite a sweet smell) earth and himself.
Bliss!
Gesundheit.
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