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A Day in My Life

                                                March 26th, 2013

A day in the life of someone who suffers with MCS and EMF disorder; though I don’t like the labeling of any disease, it is the only was to describe what I am about to write:

Rising from a full and rested night of sleep, though, I am hunkered down in the cold and lonely living room; the only place I can find solace from alarm clocks, cell phones and a white noise maker (an app for a smart phone, my husband uses nightly), and the only place where I can close a pocket door and keep the chilly night air in the room. A cold room helps me sleep thru the night. The hard part is peeling myself out from under the warm, cozy blanket. On this day, however, the pocket door was slid open by one of my gorgeous daughters, singing “Mom, make me a sandwich”. And then “DOG” came barreling in, hopping up and making himself known to my presence.

            I amble into the kitchen, only to be quenched in my daughter’s latest perfume. And when I say drenched, I mean it was thick, and the air almost unbreathable. I kidded her, held my breath, slapped a sandwich together and quickly made my way back to safety, only to start choking up the thick toxic fragrance, once it was cleared from my lungs, I was okay to get on with my day. The girls leave for school and I make it to the shower, to wash with ONLY fragrance free and organic and natural everything. They make some great products for the organic and au naturals like myself. I am doing well, so far today.

            Next on my journey, is an adjustment at the chiropractor’s office, where I sit patiently, while being doused with harsh and sickening overhead fluorescent lighting. Now theses things should be outlawed. They are just plain lethal, for everyone, not just me. So, I excuse myself from my appointment, politely stating: “The lights in the office are making me sick, I have to go.” For this I apologize; they know my plight and me and understand. Again, I am ok, having left before any real sickness set in.

            At this point, I am up, showered, dressed and the car is warm, outside is a blustery, twenty degrees with the wind chill; it is spring, though it still feels like winter to all of us. My husband needs underwear, and this is what wives do, right, buy the man some new “draws”, as the ones he is wearing are holey and threadbare. I head to “SEARS” and go to the men’s department, and while I am browsing through the whiteness of “t-shirts”, “socks” and “underwear”, I notice a strong and pungent odor. My nose is like a drone, zeroing on anything toxic and lethal, much to my chagrin, I might add.  I hasten the pace; grab the undies and head to the register, where the smell is even worse. I say to the salesperson, (I mean person at the register, salesclerks are a thing of the past; my grandma was a sales associate at “Sears”, and she worked her ass off all over that “boys” department selling kids clothes. Today, you are lucky to see an associate. Anyway…..I ask him what the hell is the smell, (without the curse) and he says, “oh, that’s the cleaning solution they are using on the floors.” I say, “great, let me outta here quick.” “How about using some non-toxic solutions, so we can breathe the air.” And the associate looks at me and says: “Do you know how to use a computer?” Because I am starring at the little stupid screen that asks for my life’s inventory, and don’t know what the hell to press. I say: “Yes, but I can’t think straight, because of the toxic exposure to chemicals.” And then I say, “you know those damn computers will kill you, right? All this stuff , and I point to all the technology he is surrounded by. He says: “Yay, its all dangerous and bad for us.” With that I grab the underwear and head for the door.

            By now, the cumulative effect of: fragrance, fluorescents, toxic floor cleaner and some computer and other technology has me feeling foggy, a bit woozy, and my eyes are a little blurry. Overall, a feeling of not right has come over me and I think I better get some fresh air, gulps of it and some cold water, gulps of that too. After I get back in the car, because it is so cold, I must turn the heat on just a little, the engine and all the parts of the car that emit EMF’s not so good for me, so I sit on a grounding pad, under my ass, to keep me a bit safer, however the heat thrusts, and emits EMF’s right onto my face and body, this I can’t take for long, as it makes me feel headachy, so I turn it on for quick bolts of warm air just to keep me from freezing.

            I have had enough of modern life, it is only 10:30 a.m. and I must get back to the sanctity of my own home, where we have made it a safe haven, for the most part. And today, even though, I have already been to hell and back again, I am upbeat and positive. I drink a cup of warm, organic ginger tea, and whip up a batch of homemade sauce and some delicious meatballs. Everything is going to be okay. The day is young and I am strong and courageous and resolute. I know, how to manage this and this will not take me down, though sinister in nature and ghastly in enormity, I know we all have stuff to deal with, and I am not the only one with a cross to bear. Thank you, Jesus. Amen