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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

When Life Gets Hard

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When life seems too hard, I must remember the sacrifice that my Savior, Jesus Christ, made for me so that I can wallow in my self-pity, forgetting that, if I could trade anyone their burdens, I would, most likely, take up my own again. He bequeathed me that luxury.
He knows me, yet loves me.
He has descended below all, and conquered all. He is an empath.
I want to be like Him. I think He knows that. I hope He can forgive me my trespasses, knowing my heart . . . knowing my deepest desires.
He knows better than I.

Jesus, Savior, pilot me. Guide me. Show me. Help me, is my plea.
Thou art my refuge through life's harrowing storms. I run to Thee and I wish I could feel Thy arms around me and hear Thy voice say, "Be still. I am here for you."

I love Thee and I want to see Thy face someday and feel the warmth of Thy smile.
I long to hear the words, "Well done," for I do not know if I deserve to hear them.

I wrap myself in the promise of Thy Atonement and have every faith that Thou has ransomed me.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

It Stinks to Be a Canary
By Susan Knight
(Spoiler alert: feelings hurt rant)
Why do perfume companies have to use toxic chemicals in their products? Those of us who are canaries in a coal mine (chemically sensitive) should be used as the warning signals for chemical toxicity. What people put on their bodies in the form of perfume, cologne, body lotion, body spray, etc. is absorbed into their blood streams through their skin, inhaled into their lungs, and accumulated in their tissues and organs.
There is so much "fragrance" at work that I can't breathe. I was thinking today, as I sat at work, waving air away from my face after someone with perfume walked past my cubicle, "Why isn't there a Surgeon General's Warning on perfume bottles, or body lotions or sprays?" I feel like I'm inhaling second-hand fumes.
 And now I have a problem going to church. I couldn't leave sacrament meeting fast enough on Sunday, therefore, I couldn’t enjoy the Spirit—or the camaraderie of my friends at church—at all.  I stayed for about one minute at the Enrichment meeting tonight and coughed all the way home, and off and on for the next hour or so. (Where’s my rescue inhaler?)
Because I am so inundated with the chemicals at work (read: fragrance), then again at church, I am super, hyper-sensitive right now. I've become afraid to go anywhere. Forget about going to the movies. Someone wearing perfume always sits next to methen I have to move! I'm like a perfume magnet.
The chemicals don't assimilate, or wane as time goes on for me, but saturate my body to overflowing. For those canaries like me (13% of the population), these chemicals used in fragrances make us horribly, physically ill, most of the time on the spot.
There is no pill to pop, no prevention, because chemical sensitivity is not an allergy. But it can trigger asthma, migraines, vertigo, sneezing, coughing, sinus conditions, laryngitis, vomiting, slurred speech, confusion, memory loss, hormone disruption, loss of consciousness, and more. These are the symptoms that betray chemical poisoning from what is erroneously called "fragrance."
And you can't wear a mask over your face (unless it's an oxygen mask) because the chemical particulates will adhere to a cloth mask, thus causing more problems with inhalation. Masks don't work with smoke, either.
When there's a room full of smoke, you can see the fumes. You are affected when a car's exhaust attacks your airways. Perfume, smoke, pesticides and gasoline fumes are defined by the same category—chemical pollution. You just can't see the fumes from so-called "fragrance." 
But people like me notice the haze that hangs over a room filled with it. We feel it. We smell it all over us, unwillingly. It hits us in the face like a brick and assaults us immediately. Canaries, we certainly are.
There has been no natural fragrance in commercially-produced perfume or body lotion since the 1980s. If Scarlet O'Hara drank eau de cologne today, Rhett Butler would have to call poison control!

Scents nowadays are all manufactured chemically—some using petrochemicals (derived from petroleum and hazardous to one's health). In fact, chemical houses who create the "fragrance" are making it so it "lingers longer." You might leave the scene, but your perfume hangs out in the air, pulled into the ventilation systems and spread throughout buildings.
Graphic from the article at
You might think, "Thank goodness it doesn't affect me." All I can say is, "Yet!"
We are all impacted by these chemically-produced “fragrances.” I wasn't always chemically sensitive. It can happen any time. It can happen to your children. Some people are affected by their own perfumes and body lotions already and don't know it. They have persistent migraines, headaches, or that nagging cough. They are fatigued, or cranky. They constantly clear their throats.

There are natural fragrances available in the form of essential oils, but some canaries are even sensitive to them. Luckily, I can resort to the essential oil route. And I carry a Vapor-inhaler in my pocket now, so I’ll have something non-offensive to breathe while walking around my floor at my company. But I can’t breathe it for eight hours a day.

I am very bummed that I can’t enjoy the society of my friends—or any society—because the issue of wearing fragrance, and not offending those who wear it, is more important to protect than the grave matter of chemical toxicity and protecting those with health issues.
I’m sorry for venting.
Sorry. Not sorry.

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Saturday, November 14, 2015

26th Anniversary of My Father's Death

Today is the 26th Anniversary of my father's death. 
Henry Joseph Tobelmann, Jr., February 3, 1926-November 14, 1989.
I wrote about it in 2009 when it was the 20th Anniversary of his death. You can read all about it HERE.

This was the last picture taken of my father, out in his back yard by the pond on the golf course.
It was October 1989. He was 63 years old. That's just a little over a year older than I am now.

This was my father's picture and write up in his 1943 yearbook.
He did a lot. He was also voted Best Dancer and Most Likely to Succeed.
                 This is my dad in his Navy uniform.
He served in the Great Lakes camp in Michigan during WWII.

When he got out of the Navy at the end of WWII, he went on to college on the GI bill.
This is my father's graduation picture from Villanova University in about 1949-50.
He got a job at Lukens Steel Company right away. That's where my grandfather worked, too.
He retired early in 1988 after coding from a minor hernia operation.
He took that as an omen, and my parents moved to Palm Coast, Florida. He died in 1989.
I'm glad he had a year and a half of retired life to enjoy.