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Carol Perkins: I'm a victim of mass marketing

Many of the purchases get thumbs up from husband guy. Some have induced him to suggest unflattering epitaphs. This report is on her recent leap into the world of oils. - CAROL You can listen to Carol Tuesdays on The "Susan & Carol, Unscripted" show, live. FM 99.1 radio

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By Carol Perkins

I am a victim of mass marketing. Not that I have not benefited from owning a "my pillow" and a "Red Copper" pan, but they typify my need to order things. Guy gives them both two thumbs up. I honestly do not rest as well on any other pillow. I use the pillow more than the pan.

When I hear that "things" work for problems I have, I give them a try. I finally threw away canisters of herbs that I decided NOT to take a chance my body would say, "What was that?" and give it back. Guy likes to put his finger in the corner of his mouth as a pretend fish hook and drag it as if he's caught a "big one." He says he's going to put a fish hook on my tombstone. Observers would say, "I didn't know Carol liked to fish."

My recent leap has been into the world of oils. Because nothing seemed to help arthritis in my knee or Guy's headaches (more like pressure), I ordered a starter kit. First of all, any of them in a diffuser smells wonderful, but Guy's immediate reaction was, "What is that awful smell?" If it isn't the scent of a sugar cookie Yankee candle, he thinks it stinks. I argued that the aroma was cleansing. "Only if it makes a person sick!" I turned off my diffuser.

I began my treatments (which included for sleep) by rubbing lavender on the bottom of both feet (that was an exercise in itself) and behind both ears. "What is that stinking smell?" he said as he climbed into bed. Here we go again. I explained. "If you think some oil on the bottom of your feet will make you sleep have at it!" In the meantime, he covered his head. I have slept better since using the oil, but I'm not sure about Guy.

After reading my "oils" booklet, I discovered one that helps with headaches. How do I get this behind Guy's ears without him acting like a child?" I put a dab on my finger and said, "Hold still." Before he knew what I was doing, I had gotten a dot or two behind one ear. He came to the edge of his chair. "What is that stuff?" I explained. "It smells like a skunk." It didn't. I argued that if I had a headache the way he does all the time, I would try anything. He wasn't interested in listening; however, he did sit still for a dab behind the other ear. Later in the day with a feeling of success in my pocket, I asked him if he noticed any difference. "Yeah, the smell is gone."

"Did you wash that off?" He gave me the look that said he did. "Well, it might have worked, but now you won't know." He gave me the same look. I use an oil on my arthritic knee and another for stress relief. One for cleaning and another for focus. I am so oiled, I could slide across the room (remember my feet).

I may never be the poster child for these essential oils, but if I can sleep better and walk without a limp, I will be speaking at their next convention! Guy would say, "Where is that hook?" He would have said to Ben Franklin, "Put down that kite before you get struck by lightning."

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