BOOM! Now I'm looking forward to the pounding headache, heart flutters, burning nose, burning throat, and the super thick brain fog to hopefully lift in the next few days or so from the delivery dude(s) not doing what he said they were going to do as far as the overwhelming scents.
I even bought them both the necessary supplies and such to make it as easy as I could, short of doing their laundry myself. The stank lingers soooo f'n long, too. Deep down, I sort of knew it was too good to be true, but I had to try in order to preserve my health and the safety of my home.
Grateful it was in the 50s today so I could open all the windows and have fans blowing the smells out, but it still lingers. The chemical shit storms that create "fragrance" don't instantly leave the space just because the source does. It's toxically designed to stay behind.
Oh well, I've had high hopes before and been repeatedly disappointed. It just really f'n sucks to be made to feel so unsafe and so unwell in my own damn home, especially after trying so hard to address every possible angle to make it remain safe. As per usual, folks who don't also suffer from the same thing rarely, if ever, give a f*ck about how it effects those who do.
Here's hoping the bed is at least going to be cozy and comfy after what it took to get it here, both financially and energetically. My stress cup runneth over this week, and it's only Monday.