For those of you who don’t know, and/or are not my Facebook friends, I broke my ankle so bad it needed surgery, and then during/after the surgery, I don’t even know which, I had a stroke.
So I was in the hospital for two weeks, and rehab for three weeks. Every morning I woke up in the hospital, I woke up and thought, “what is that STENCH?” Keep in mind, I was pretty spoiled for eight years in my low-tox house (https://www.amazon.com/Building-House-Multiple-Chemical-Sensitivity/dp/1540415562/). Tiled floor smells like nothing, plaster walls smell like nothing except maybe a little “rock” if you put your face close, cotton bedding smells like nothing, metal ceiling smells like nothing, metal cabinets smell like nothing, metal counters smell like nothing, and outdoor air smells like pine trees and prairie grass. The hospital had, of course, disinfectants vinyl blood pressure cuffs, plastic mattresses, etc. It really was weird to wake up to that, but the nurses were really great about washing their hands with my Dr. Bronner’s instead of using hand sanitizer. They even used wet washcloths instead of wipes on me sometimes. Boy am I glad to be back in my nearly pristine house. I don’t have MCAS, so I’m enjoying the good cooking smells, and that’s almost the only thing I smell, except maybe the dog.
