Stop the press, this disease is all about smell, everything smells different, its a musty nasty oder ozzing out of every pore. When I was bed ridden, and didn't know what I had, before the sores. My friends visit was embarrassing because of weird smells. They even told me so. I was incontinate and wore pads that reacked of ammonia, with no control of my bladder, and lungs full of gunk, I was a hot house of smells. I was quite nuts also, my doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong, so I was being treated with steriods, antibiotics, and gastric med's, you name it. I was in a constant state of sweating, bronchial cough so bad, I thought my lungs were coming up. After the leisons opened up, more new smells, like onions in the bath room, from urine. Two yrs. of very active microbes, I was at deaths door, and I stinked to high heaven. Three years now and I can still smell onions in the bathroom, fibres stoping up the sink, oders from the pipes, the crackling sound as I pour hydrogen proxide down the pipes. I cant toss out anymore infested cotton clothing, I'll be bare tushed. So the oders of cleaning soloutions reek in the air, if your not nuts when you begin you will be soon. Hey, there is no glamour in these morphings. Hang in there Dzana. Bustercat  |