armpit drama

I've been nervous all weekend worrying about a certain doctor's appointment today…..Planner that I am, I mapped the best possible route in my head, not stopping to glance at a map that just might give me an inkling of any foreseeable delays. Face set like flint, I commenced my journey,  feeling pretty confident that I had enough time to drive the 18+ miles. I am not normally an aggressive driver but today every truck and car seemed to sneer at me in their fumbling slowness and inability to observe the correct speed. Today was not the day to mess with this Brit! My road map firmly held in my mind did not account for all the Colorado construction today. Not one but two detours were beginning to elevate my blood pressure. Then suddenly, I caught a whiff in the air. You know, the kind of scent that alerts you to the fact that, yes, you did in fact leave the house without deodorant. Trying to make it to my appointment on time with the added slowness of the traffic and inconvenient detours, I began fishing about in my handbag hoping by some rare chance that I might have a stick of deodorant just randomly in a pocket or zipper. The more I drove, the hotter I got. The hotter I got the more I sweated. And yes, the more I sweated,  the stronger the "whiff". Undeterred. I continued to search for something, anything that might "do the job". I briefly considered scented vinyl cleaning wipes but I didn't want shiny armpits. Next was a bottle of hand sanitizer with a pleasant aroma but it's base was alcohol and I decided, quite wisely, that it may not be worth the sting that would ensue. Feeling slightly panicked, I was in danger of being late and showing up as a hot mess….and not the good kind, just to clarify.  Suddenly, as if angels themselves had waved their Heavenly arms in my direction, my search led me to my essential oil keychain. Screeching into the clinic parking lot, I parked haphazardly and dove into my handbag. Angelic hallelujahs filled my mouth and swiftly and unashamedly I applied the oil. It's in those moments that one may have tipped the bottle just a teeny weeny bit much but I was "all in" and it was now or never. I'm not sure exactly why everyone else in the waiting room moved away from me this morning. But I have a suspicion that my lavender armpits, chest, arms and neck were probably the culprit. Well at least it was kinder than the alternative. This was one occasion where face masks were not only helpful, but desired.