"Heather, you reek!"

 I'm feeling better, got my antidepressant down I was needing it, I could tell.  I got the house in a decent place for me, stripped the bed, remade it, etc.  Doing some laundry, threw out everything I was *going* to cook Wednesday that is now spoiled, etc.  Boy that trash can is going to reek!  

Then I got my shower.  I have a bucket of body products in bottles, shampoo, conditioner, and a few body wash because I'm mainly a bar of soap girl.  But I did find this, I can't recall buying it but it must have been during Ron's era.  

He could get pretty ripe and didn't like bed baths so that seems like something I would have bought.  He probably objected to the fragrance (cheap men's cologne) so I just stuck it in the bucket.  

I have been very, physically, sick 2 times outside of the 2 times I almost choked to death.  I have had many very bad depressions, too many to count, so I'm not.  

Anyway time #1 I had a kidney infection my doctor misdiagnosed it (was fired over this actually) and it got in my blood stream.  I had a fever of 103.5 when I was admitted at the hospital.  I was on an IV for a week as I couldn't eat.  They gave me Keflex which did fix me up (this was 1993) I remember laying in bed looking up at the bag of IV fluids on the pole (no pump, I told you this was Old Days).  

I am ashamed to say I was a horrible patient, I whined a lot, hitting that call button every few minutes.  The nurses (I'm laughing at this looking back) somehow got my doc to write a script for Valium and just drugged me.  It worked.  

Anyway, a few days in I was being my Brat Self and the nurse stopped, sniffed the air, said "When was your last shower?"  "Before I was admitted".  "You reek, Heather, you're taking a shower" unplugged my IV and threw me in there!  

[The second time I was really sick was the allergic reaction to the SSRI antidepressant back in 2009 I believe you can find that under "horrible hives" if you do a search.  I was not hospitalized for that.]

I've been sick, and the last thing I wanted was a shower.  So I'm sure I needed it but I'm pretty congested from What Ever The Heck This Was.  I looked in my bucket, saw the body wash, and thought "Today's the day, for you"  

My hair was awful.  

I once had a fantastic discussion with a paratransit driver, a woman, who was black.  We had a very long trip and Ron fell asleep.  We got to talking about our respective hair issues.  She was fascinated I had to wash my hair so often.  I do.  It had been 3 days and it was a matted, greasy, mess, looked like something I'd pull out of the drain!  

I got the clarifying shampoo for that.  

My washer got the first load clean albeit fairly soggy, but I had it about half full.  It doesn't like more than about a third, these days.  My days are numbered on that.  I am doing the jeans now (2 pair).  It has been OK with 2 pair of jeans at a time, but doesn't like 4.  

But I feel better.  I got the antidepressant on board in time.  Still not much of an appetite back.