In my microscopic world, I am required to do things that in my opinion should not have to be done, such as yard work. If it was up to me my yard would be natural - if the animals don’t eat it, it stays.
Recently, and far too frequently, I had to run some yard machines. One of which, I only use occasionally. As a result, it made my skinny muscles sore. When, I complained, my financial controller offered to help relieve the pain with a new spray pain reliever - for sore muscles and pain.
This particular product contains enough camphor to kill at least half the population of the earth. I did not know that until she sprayed some on my right biceps. It did relieve some of the pain, but made me wonder if I would ever breathe normally again.
Camphor used to be made by boiling the bark and wood of the camphor tree. Today, it is a chemical process made from turpentine. People use this stuff to treat a variety of ailments including inhaling it to relieve congestion, treating toenail fungus, and even relief for hemorrhoids. I wish she had sprayed it there instead of on my arm and shirt. At least I would have had some distance between my nose and the affected area.
This was truly one of those cases where the cure was worse than the ailment. I immediately took a shower and tried to wash the stuff off. It was too late, it had penetrated my skin. And, since the spray landed on my shirt, I burned it.
I’m keeping the spray as a self-defense weapon.
PMO
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