Melissa Castillo said:I absolutely cannot stand cigarette smoke; it’s just not in my DNA. Honestly, I feel like I could hack someone's hands off for being those kinds of stenches—it is quite literally the most disgusting thing I have ever had to deal with. I try my absolute hardest to dodge any situation where I might be stuck in a room with smokers, but occasionally life forces my hand, and I end up playing this endless game of sitting down then immediately bolting out of the room because I am being systematically suffocated by fumes. Last Saturday, for instance, I was stuck hanging out in a wedding hall where, apparently, over half the adults were smokers. By the time I left, I basically smelled like an ashtray. I wish the whole ordeal was just superficial—you know, hop in the shower, scrub your skin, give your hair a good deep cleanse, and boom, all five problems solved. But then I remember the stinging, watery eyes, the hair that smells like a campfire, and clothes that would be better suited for washing in a toilet than a laundry machine. 🙄
I’m wondering, even though I know it’s probably a pipe dream, does anyone have any advice for some kind of post-exposure detox? Food? Drinks? Maybe some sort of herbal steam inhalation... I don't know, just throw anything at me! I realize how silly this sounds, because obviously, the smoke and all those toxic compounds that get inhaled cause direct damage to lung tissue and that's a massive issue, but is there any way to mitigate the fallout from this kind of poisoning?
I'm dealing with the exact same nightmare.
Nobody smokes in my house, so you can imagine how much I stink after even one night out.
For me, the worst part is the watery eyes, the coughing, and the constant runny nose.
Here’s the thing: I work out in the field on construction sites, and naturally, our office is split right down the middle—three non-smokers and three smokers.
The smokers are actually decent guys, but the second they catch a whiff of a cigarette, they turn into total savages.
One of them just had a baby, and since then, he’s been lighting up more intensely than ever.
So, I asked him, "Hey man, do you smoke at home?"
He said no.
And I'm like, "Then how do you explain this?"
The guy just stood there looking pale and awkward.🤷
Right now, it feels like I'm fighting windmills, but once the indoor smoking ban laws finally kick in—and they will eventually—I’ll just call the inspectors and they won't bother me anymore.
Just a bunch of jokers.👍