Oh my gosh, Maria !
Thank you, this is really really educational for me.
I didn't fully realize that polyester is actually PLASTIC ?
Someone else made an allusion to that, too, earlier in this thread -- to give THEM full credit --
and I have been worrying about the repercussions of that ever since I read it.
I wanted to inquire more, but got caught up in a thorny project.
You filled in the blanks anyhow. Thanks, really !
I did instinctively switch to either the Beech sheets [Bed Bath and Beyond 5 or 7 years ago had this wonderful Turkish-made product
which they changed to cheap Chinese-made Beech by the next year. So I am still hunting up the original Turkish ones. Turkish
100 % cotton towels are the best - see Cost Plus' selection of elegant patterns, if there are doubters !]
or 100 % Dupioni Silk from Jo-Anns [though I recently decided I didn't like that name which sounds too close for comfort to
"being duped" - !! Just a side note].
I have to think about some of the rest of things you mentioned now.
I have started using the Turkish cotton towels etc. for under my feet.
But so many other things are important to become alert about and change.
I can't believe your polyester yarn dissolved in the heat ! A shocking statement about how dangerous ALL the
use of plastics really IS.
About hospitals, thanks to God, i have never been a patient at one since my tonsils were taken out - I am SURE totally
unnecessarily, probably a fad at the time.
Probably a testimony to the barbaric operation, my throat bled and I had to return back.
I remember how much I absolutely hated being at the hospital for even overnight, then returning for probably
another night caused me acute misery.
I am sure I scented right at that early age how full of demons these places ARE. That's why I was almost panicked
at the age of 6 . I probably could FEEL the bad spirits in the air and around the entire processes
taking place.
I was never homesick when I went away to college, not for a minute. So it was NOT simply because of being away from home.
Whereas, at Girl Scout camp off in the wilderness and stuck with a roomful of 50 or 60 girls sleeping by the fire, I had the same
reaction : I couldn't sleep a single wink. All the other girls, less sensitive, snored contentedly away.
I am clear now that these reactions were due to the discomfort of bombardment by the demons around the other girls, too.
So it isn't JUST hospitals. However, a big concentration of demons prowl the hospital corridors.
[I guess I am in a talkative mood ! Sorry !
But I am hoping my memories will trigger others of you to remember their own experiences growing up or
when in closed places with lots of people from various backgrounds - in short, not handpicked friends at a teenage slumber party,
but from ALL walks of life, as occurs in a hospital setting, too.]