To the nurse in the cardiology unit helping my husband, who had already inquired via phone about scents prior to us coming there and was clearly told the policy states they aren't allowed to wear fragrances, thanks a lot for making me sick and uncomfortable as f*ck while trying to comfort my husband with your "just a little bit" of perfume. It's like telling someone who is allergic to nuts that they put "just a little bit" in a recipe. Grrrrrrrrrrrr... And it's supposedly a policy?
To the other nurse in the same unit who I told I couldn't even read about invasive procedures without feeling faint, who then decided to tell the story of her ex-husband injuring himself with a claw hammer at length, with all the gory details....I really appreciate you helping to fan me with your folder as I doused my head with water trying to remain conscious while also trying not to worry my husband. Mindlessness is one of my least favorite traits, especially in the health/sick care arena.
Also, to the folks in the dentist office, thank you, too, for making me sick today as I tried like hell to stay long enough to get through my appt. However, having rapid heartbeats, a nose on fire, a raw throat, a pounding headache, and tasting the shitty synthetic stank you and others call "good hygiene" was a tad bit overwhelming, to say the least. Time to sniff out a new place to go.
I'm grateful beyond words that we are able to have the means to seek these services out, but holy shit it's hard to navigate it for myself as needed, and to be there for others, especially when no one seems to think what I severely suffer from is, or should be, an issue. This canary in the coal mine of life would like to live a while longer, please.
