scents for health
I have shingles... again.
Not as big as last time but an ugly red slash of blisters across my neck. In the same place.
I am not amused.
So while I am contagious for Chicken Pox and stuck at home, isolated from anyone who has not had it (including impending soon to be arriving new neighborhood infants...), I am trying to counteract the feeling of being gross and unattractive.
I scrubbed the rest of my skin this morning with olive and moroccan oil body polisher (which elmer42 claimed made me smell like a salad... at my glare he amended his statement to claim that he also really liked salads. A lot.).
I have dabbed my arms with Ava Luxe's No. 23, which is a sandalwood scent, in order to remind me to stay calm and relaxed about this little health setback. Then I sprayed Fresh's Cannabis Rose on top of that, in order to remind myself I am beautiful. Finally I added a dollop of Guerlain's Eu de Fleurs de Cedrat a little lower down, on the wrist, because it smells like my father's lemon trees; when I am sick I miss my parents.
At least at home I can sit in a workplace-offensive cloud of comfort and no one can say anything.
Not as big as last time but an ugly red slash of blisters across my neck. In the same place.
I am not amused.
So while I am contagious for Chicken Pox and stuck at home, isolated from anyone who has not had it (including impending soon to be arriving new neighborhood infants...), I am trying to counteract the feeling of being gross and unattractive.
I scrubbed the rest of my skin this morning with olive and moroccan oil body polisher (which elmer42 claimed made me smell like a salad... at my glare he amended his statement to claim that he also really liked salads. A lot.).
I have dabbed my arms with Ava Luxe's No. 23, which is a sandalwood scent, in order to remind me to stay calm and relaxed about this little health setback. Then I sprayed Fresh's Cannabis Rose on top of that, in order to remind myself I am beautiful. Finally I added a dollop of Guerlain's Eu de Fleurs de Cedrat a little lower down, on the wrist, because it smells like my father's lemon trees; when I am sick I miss my parents.
At least at home I can sit in a workplace-offensive cloud of comfort and no one can say anything.