Now I've been yanked back and forth between here and different points in ancient times!
Bewilderingly, I was first transported to a doctor's office in medieval Europe. Thankfully I showed up in the "look" of that era.
The thing is, back then doctors often weren't just one profession. And they didn't see the point of sanitization.
This creepy fellow was both a doctor
and a butcher. I decided to see if I could help him out. (freestyle #1) v v
^ "So you see doc, by actually
cleaning your tools, you'll increase your patient survival-rate!"
I was VERY glad to return to modern-day, and promptly went to see a nice, modern doctor in a sterile office.
The stench of antiseptic was never so lovely! Of course he found nothing wrong with me. (freestyle #2) v v
Shortly after that escapade, I was transported to Ancient Greece! Nothing wrong indeed!
Only the situation was. . a little more awkward. I found myself in a bath-house. Back in THAT day, they had yet to invent soap.
(They also bathed and used toilets right next to each other without a second thought, but that's another story)
To get the day's muck off, they first doused themselves in either olive oil or honey, then coated themselves in sand;
then they used a curved metal scraper called a strigil to remove the whole coating before going to soak in the bath water.
"You want me to do
what??"
(actual strigils)
https://images.search.yahoo.com/yhs/sea ... mp=yhs-002
I was never so relieved to return home to an actual bath. With actual soap, in all of its glorious forms.
So far it has yet to happen again. Who knows where I'd wind up next? (headshot) v v