This isn’t going to suddenly turn into a a OMGWTF I’m Pregnant! blog, but I am going to talk about things that affect me when they come up.
And I’m suddenly affected STRONGLY by the scent of money. This may be… I don’t know… a problem. You know, since I am a bank teller. It’s sort of my job to handle money. They pay me the big bucks to touch and count money. There isn’t any getting around it.
And the scent. Blech. I want to puke all day long. Just thinking about money right now is making my stomach jump around wildly. I’ve never had a pregnancy that caused me any sort of nausea. Then again, I’ve never spent all day touching money.
Especially disturbing is when I start to think about what causes that smell. It’s a combination of cotton, ink, old sweat, dirty men, cocaine, stripper crotch rot, and worn leather. It’s unpleasant at the best of times. I keep a bottle of Purell at my window to counteract this problem. Except now I’m affected- STRONGLY- by the combination of the money smell and the Purell smell. Enough so that the smell of Purell by itself is enough to send me running for the bathroom. Just touching money- especially dirty money- sends me for the bathroom.
Hang on- I need to run to the bathroom.
So. My job makes me want to hurl. Cleaning up after my job makes me want to hurl. Thinking about my job and thinking about cleaning up after my job makes me want to hurl.
Yeesh.
Oh, yuck. I’m almost tempted to tell you to use some Vicks or something under your nose. Or wear a patchouli scented scarf or, um, ick. Making me queasy and I am most certainly NOT pregnant. Reminding me why I’ve switched almost exclusively to debit card transactions!
After that description of money *I* feel like hurling. Would wearing one of those hospital masks to work be too much? I really hope this passes for you soon!
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i put vicks under my nose before changing my son’s nappy. it helps. a bit. i feel so sorry for you, i hope it passes really soon. currently i’m convinced our whole house smells like cat wee (and we don’t even have any pets). my husband thinks i’ve gone mad.
I’m thinking you need so rubber gloves as well. And after your description of where money has been, I may never use cash again…
W/ JJ it was buffalo wings. And I still don’t like being anywhere near them.
Stripper crotch rot eh? NEVER going to look at money the same way again!
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Mine was food the last time, like all food. The smell of anything make me sick. Which was sucky because my children and husband tend to like to eat. Extra Polar Ice gum was my saving grace.
I hope it goes away soon.
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Hopefully it is a temporary thing and you will be able to do your job without all the running to the bathroom soon! I do not envy you – if even thinking about what I had to do at work made me nauseous, I’m afraid I would get fired because I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to make myself even go.
Yeah… something heavy duty mentholated under the nose… like the CSI and the post-mortem docs use when they get a ripe one. And a new flavor of Purell… or even better, if I were you I would look into Avagard… the hand cleaner they use in hospitals… is around $12 bucks for a huge bottle, doesn’t stink (doesn’t really smell at all if I recall), and doesn’t make your hands raw. Google it, you can buy it online and is totally worth it!
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And by “hand cleaner” I mean you use it like Purell… they had it at every doorway to patient rooms when Pearl was in the hospital and you were expected to use it going in and coming out so there was ZERO transfer of germs.
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Ew. Maybe a vanilla-scented hand cleaner instead? I have one from Bath and Body Works and it’s not great but it’s better than dirty men and crotches.
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my last pregnancy, 19 years ago, i couldn’t stand the smell of my sweaty kids. it was summer during my first trimester and my own kids made me want to hurl.
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