My wife uses oils, I have used oils…not a lot, but I’ve used them. I have mostly made fun of people who use oils. Rest assured I believe some of them work. I just like to pick at the folks who are full on voodoo believers. It’s one of my small pleasures in life. Sometimes this comes back to bite me on the behind.
A couple of days ago, I got to bed with a pounding headache. My normal procedure is to get up , get a couple aspirin, slime up a little in my mouth, swaller’ em and go back to bed. But that night my Bride was putting some oils on her knees. I don’t recall what it was she was using, but I mentioned that I had a headache. She said, “No problem, do you want me to put some peppermint on your temples?” I initially thought she said something else, but I won’t go into that. I thought to myself I don’t want to get out of bed, so “yeah, put some on me”.
She put a little dab on her finger and rubbed it on the sides of my head. I couldn’t tell she’d put any on me. I couldn’t yet smell it and must have had the look on my face that said that, because my Bride asked if I wanted more. Being from the school of “if one nail is good, 10 is better”, I told her to slather some more on there. I could immediately tell I now had some on me, because I could smell it. It kinda made my eyes water a little. Ok truth be told…my sinus’ cleared out and my eyes started watering like Niagara Falls. But I am a tough guy, so I said thanks and lay back down.
I lay there with liquid running out of my eyes, streaming down either side of my head like the Columbia River in the spring time. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind my eyes watering. What bothered me was that somehow that peppermint had caught on fire. I now had flaming streams of liquid fire on either side of my head. I was pretty confident that somehow my Bride had snuck up on me with a match and lit me up in some kind of morbid game of “let’s see what this’ll do”. I could even have dealt with this, if it weren’t for the fact that my eyes were also on fire. It was a little like having welder burnt eyes. If you never had welder burnt eyes, and want to experience it without the benefit of the welder arc, I highly recommend the peppermint oils. It will give you that just right burned out eyeballs feeling you’ve been looking for.
The flaming liquid trails on either side of my head or the burned out fiery holes that once had been my eyes would have been tough to deal with by themselves, but together…oh, together…together they were more fun than being whipped with a rattlesnake. I swear at one point I thought I smelled steak, but I knew that couldn’t be right. I figured it must have been the meat on the sides of my head cookin’. All I could hear was this weird screaming sound, I thought it might have been my Bride screaming in horror…but then I realized it was me.
I noticed through the pain glazed fire that was now my eyesight that my Bride, during all of this, was double over shaking. I thought she might have been crying, seeing all of the pain that I was in. But to my horror, I realized she thought this was funny! She just kept saying, “I told you it doesn’t take much”, and then falling into fits of laughter again. I don’t know why she thought it was funny; after all it was her sheets that were getting burnt up. I decided that once this burning, screaming, fiery hell that was burning the flesh off my head and my eyes out of their sockets was over; we needed to discuss our empathy/sympathy feelings.
This liquid fire burned for most of the night, I imagined I lay there looking like some macabre flaming head thing that haunts children’s nightmares. But at some point I passed out from the pain, or as my Bride says “I fell asleep”. I awoke to no pain, but figured I was still in shock. I hurried to the mirror expecting to see my burnt out head, BUT…there was nothing. Nothing I tell you! Could this have been that same nightmare that haunted children’s dreams? Could I have dreamt the whole thing? I immediately knew this wasn’t true when my Bride started giggling as soon as she was awake enough.
This was a horrible traumatic experience that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, and I won’t be making fun of those folks who use oils. Ok, that last part isn’t true, I will still be making fun of those who use oils…it is one of the small pleasures in life. But I have learned a new found respect for peppermint oils.