Tissue & Me

For those who suffer with allergy and sinus issues and cannot enjoy simple things in life.


Wait, No Soap?!

Y’all…There is no soap in the women’s bathroom at work. Well, there is soap, but someone put some cutesy green-apple smelling stuff in there.

Yikes!!!

I mean, I get it.

Women like to smell good (not a shameless plug for a previous blog, but go ahead and check it out (I Smell Good Too!)) but not every scent is created equal to the body of those who suffer with allergies.

I am almost beating on the soap dispenser to get at least a drop out of it.

Nothing.

Air.

I look at the green-apple soap. I’m internally saying some choice words as I press down. Before the soap touches my hand I smell it.

Why? Why did I do that?

So I scrub my hands with warm water hoping the scent goes away. I look to my left and what do I see? Cleure® shampoo free of alcohol, dyes, gluten, parabens, fragrance, etc… Yes. There is shampoo by the sink (I may have put it there from The Eczema Sample Store (that will be another blog) because it’s not compatible with my hair type). I use the shampoo as soap! What a relief! It is a bit unorthodox, but who hasn’t done anything a bit strange? My hands were not going to pull tissue today–at least not over some girly soap!

Maybe all of us sicklies should petition the ADA, FDA, CDC, ABCXZY for healthy work environments for us. I have no idea where to start. If you do, leave a comment!

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About Me

I’m an outsider that likes to peek on the inside. I am an extreme introvert, but will become an extrovert for the right people. I avoid social situations, not because of the extreme introvertism, but because people make me sick–literally. With this unfortunate condition, that’s why there’s my tissue and me. Literally.