You know I'm used to pain, I have some all the time. Some days are a whole lot worse than others and some headaches can rage on at high gear for days on end, but I don't always get sick with it. That comes when it damn well feels like it and I never know when that will be. It is the worst. Because I will get sick just smelling something.
I'm over sensitive to odors at the best of times, so, imagine my consternation when Dad comes home from work this morning and decides he'd like to sit across from me and enjoy a can of sardines. I'm barely through my coffee and this man is breathing oily fish fumes. At me. He doesn't realize I'm getting ready to pray to Blargle the great porcelain god.
The dog would like to lay with me, but...nay! nay! You are hot, doggie and I can't have you anywhere near me! Besides, I know you. You will start out laying at the bottom of the bed like a good dog, but the minute I fall asleep, you'll work your way up until I roll over and wake up with a dog face staring at me from the other pillow. Dog breath, and yours especially, is not something I want to wake up to, thanks.
Now I have to cook a supper that I will not eat. What can I make that will be least offensive? Ah, I know! Potato soup. Even the onions smell over strong to me, but everyone else assures me that it smells yummy. Well, good, good, I'm glad...I hope this passes and I might have some later.
The good thing is that this never lasts long, the bad thing is that if anybody sprays anything with fragrance before it does, I will freak right the fuck out at them...right after I get done puking.