People used to tell me when I was pregnant that once you got ill from something while pregnant, you would probably never want to touch that item again. Boy were they right. I didn’t know how correct that statement was until Saturday night, almost 4 years after my last pregnancy.
Some may consider the state shoe of Texas to be a boot but honestly, it’s flip flops. On good years you can start wearing flip flops in mid February. On really cold years you can dig the flip flops out from under the bed at the end of February. It’s one of the main perks to living in South Texas. Our heaviest jacket is a hoodie and our flip flops are worn 9 months of the year. The downside of course is the fact that by the middle of the summer, our feet are dry and cracked.
Of course I’m too cheap to pay for pedicures and my kids most likely used my large pedi file to give the dogs pedicures since it has disappeared. So what’s a girl to do to get rid of dry cracked feet? You put oil on your heals, cover in socks and let it set overnight. Great plan right?
Well after a recent discussion with my Houston Blogger friends about the benefits of Fish Oil, I decided to dig that huge bottle of fish oil out of the back of the medicine cabinet and give it a try. Sounds like a good plan, right?
If only I would have remembered why that huge jar of fish oil was in the back of the cabinet, untouched for the past 4 years. If only I would have remembered……if only…..
I grabbed two fish oil softgels and sat down on the couch to give it a whirl. I tore one open and rubbed in on my heels and slightly up my leg and then did the second softgel on my other foot before the smell hit. And not only did the smell hit but it hit with the force of a freight train. And suddenly I remembered why that huge bottle of fish oil pills was in the back of the medicine cabinet, untouched for the past 4 years.
My midwife had tried to get me to take fish oil when I was pregnant with my last child. I never once threw up while I was pregnant, until I tried the fish oil. Fish Oil is evil, pure evil. It made me so sick and since that day I swore off fish oil forever… or as long as my memory could last.
Well my memory failed me Saturday night and there I was smelling like dead fish with my cat frantically trying to get my socks off my feet so she could just savor the wonderful smell of raw moldy fish.
And my stomach flipped once, then twice… and the did an entire gymnastics routine.
I scrubbed my hands with soap, rubbing alcohol and then vinegar and sugar but I could still smell it. Then I remembered it was on my feeet and leg so more scrubbing along with bathing my feet in hands in coconut oil to hide the stench. But the stench could not be hidden, it was ingrained into my nose and memory leading me back to that day when the midwife told me that I wouldn’t taste the fish oil at all.
Eventually it came to the point that I just had to go to bed. My stomach was a mess and sleep would hopefully make the memory go away as fast as the trashmen will take that bottle of fish oil.
My journey into experimenting with fish oil is done. I haven’t broken the news to my cat because I’m sure she’ll be heart broken. But the smell I just can’t handle. More so I’m eternally grateful that it was fish oil that made me sick when I was pregnant and not chocolate.
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