Three and a half weeks, 25 days. More than forty years ago I was lost in the wilderness on a school camp. Broke both ankles and couldnβt walk.
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We need more details! Who found you? What did you eat?
Go on... (Sorry just hoping for more info)
Mount Buffalo National Park, 1982. Four of us left the camping area to watch the sunset. I stopped to take a photo and lost the trail. Went running after the others, slipped and rolled down a cliff, landed upright, but felt both ankles pop and break. (The whole park is Australian bush around granite boulders and cliffs). The others thought I had gone back to camp and didnβt report me missing. Next morning the group packed up and hiked to the next camp site, no one noticed I was missing until that evening, so they looked in the wrong place. I crawled to a creek and fell down the gully, drank snow melt, no one heard me shouting and crying. Eventually they gave me up for dead. Three German tourists found me by accident three weeks later, one went to get help. I got a ride in a helicopter, in hospital for two weeks while they fed me through a drip. The school gave me a payout through their insurance on the condition we didnβt sue them. Iβm almost 60 now and my ankles still hurt and grind and pop.
This is an insane story. I cant imagine the pain you went through. Im so glad the Germans found you.
More crazy he was left for dead. You think they put together a huge search party first.
Slap my balls and call me Sally, that's a heck of a story you got there. I hope it has served you well in many a bar night.
Thanks for responding, sorry you went through that, can only imagine the mental impact it had to have. Hope all is well these days.
It was long ago and far away. Iβm fine now, thank you.
What a story. You weren't able to move for three weeks ?
What did you eat and drink?
Drank water. Couldnβt eat, moving hurt too much and made me faint.
This deserves more interest than it got.
Assuming it is true of course.
than it got
You commented only after an hour lol.
Cant drop that kinda teaser and not give the rest of the story!
Several months now. Maybe a year. Long Covid with ME/CFS has permanently tied me to my bed. I basically spend my time collecting energy to go number 2, which is the last thing I can stand up for. And only because using a bedpan looks about as strenuous as walking to the toilet. And that way my wife can change my bedsheets.
But not being able to shower is awful. I stink. And I have to watch parts where skin is rubbing on skin for infections. Zinc salve and a cotton scarf help.
I also have LC. I can have a shower. But I take at least an hour to gear up for it. Then I can only do it sitting doen, then I take an hour to find the energy to dry myself off, then I take an hour to gain the energy to get dressed, etc. Tl;dr it takes all morning and I can't have a shower every day.
I took a shower at 11 am and I'm still exhausted at 5 pm (the summer heat doesn't help).
About 7-8 days, my water boiler broke in mid winter, and I just couldn't do cold showers at below freezing temperatures. Ended up boiling water and washed at the sink, went pretty alright tbh.
Ye Olde French Bath.
Better than nothing, gets you pretty clean
My grandma called that a whore's bath. She also had funny sayings like, "it's colder than a witch's titty in a brass bra in January."
Guessing something like 5-6 days. Staying at home with no human contact scheduled that is about the limit of my tolerance of filth vs laziness.
Close to a month. Depression.
I did change my underwear though π€·πΏββοΈ
About six days while hiking a part of the appalachian trail and camping.
6 months, during high school over the winter. Shower was broken (water would only come out perfectly hot or cold, nothing in between) and parents/landlord would not fix it. I kinda just gave up on it. Nothing bad came out of it. Nobody at home or at school ever said anything or even noticed, as far as I could tell. No, they were not just being polite. I watched everyone closely, as much as an experiment of personal curiosity as anything else, and there were no signs of disapproval, nobody had a clue. I suffered no social consequences whatsoever. Wearing a new set of clothes every day alone was sufficient to stay clean.
Can't decide whether I just have one of those Asian genes that make you not smell, or whether Americans as a culture are psychotically brainwashed by soap companies' propaganda to the point where even the idea of "spending more than 1 day away from shower" is worse than death for them. Never used deodorant either (other than to try it out - just makes me feel gross, sticky, and smelly). Imagine how much money those deodorant companies are missing out on me over a lifetime!
Probably close to a month.
Same. World of warcraft was a different place 20years ago
Is it because of the common debuff know as the Sad Syndrome? (aka: Depression?)
Yeah, probably... I don't know, I don't really want to self-diagnose.
My nickname in junior school was "stinky" which probably tells you all you need to know. Grew up poor, primary caregiver had mental health issues and financial troubles meant electricity for hot water was not a regular thing..
I don't remember exactly but my mom who actually worked and did her best those days to support us would have made sure I was bathed on the weekends at least. So one week tops.
I'm still paying for the lack of regular teeth cleaning in my youth. Nowadays I'm pretty fastidious about hygiene, and showering regularly!
Maybe three days? I canβt stand not showering.
It's the getting in bed dirty that bothers me. Sticking to sheets keeps me up. I could go a long time if I was camping and what not, but if I'm using sheets .. it bothers me way to much. My feet have always ran warm so if I don't shower I usually have to at least wash my feet so they don't feel stuck to sheets and I get claustrophobic or such feeling like I'm being held down.
Damn, same here. Couldn't have described the feeling of marinating in your sheets filthy better than you have
A little over 3 months is my record. Mental health issues, naturally! π₯³ π π
Two weeks while backpacking in New Mexico (unless you count getting rained on every day as a shower)
If you swim in a pool every day, you don't need to really shower much.
Chlorine is nature's soap.
-ze germans
2 weeks. Riding my motobike across the Simpson Desert (including getting there and coming back). Stayed at a country pub in western outback Qld on day 14 and & showerd. Prior to that, had been camping out in the bush.
About three weeks. But I was in an area where water was scarce and unsafe (Some central African nations)so there were other priorities. Baby wipes and an occasional wash cloth with water we boiled beforehand had to be enough.
But I must have looked and smelled funny when I finally made it back to civilization and walzed into the lobby of a very very posh hotel. That shower was pure heaven, though
Spent 2 weeks hiking in around the Red River Gorge, Kentucky and Sheltowee Trace back in the late 80's. Only time I got wet was when it rained, or found a creek to take a dip in.
When I got home, even my own Mother would not hug me. She sent me off to the bath where I stayed for over an hour.
This thread makes my asshole itchy.
About six weeks. I was attached to someone else's unit at NTC in California for a training excersize with them. There were no showers in the field, and the showers pre and post excersize were colder than a witches tit, and open as a gay mans asshole after all night orgy.
And that wasn't the worst part of the whole experience either.
About three weeks, while I was training to be a truck driver.
I'd gotten my CDL through a trucking company's "apprenticeship" program, which was actually a super-predatory mill they ran to compensate for their insane turnover rate.
The final phase of this company's program, after I'd acquired my CDL but before receiving my own truck assignment, had me driving/riding on a "trainer's" truck for 20,000 miles, while the more-experienced trainer showed me all the ins and outs of life on the road. In theory, anyway.
In practice, I'd learned essentially everything there was to know after a couple of days. Enough to get by on my own, at least.
So my trainer suggested we run the truck as a team operation from then on, running long-distance, time-sensitive loads, forcing one of us to drive while the other slept, in order to burn through my training miles faster. The company was tracking training miles by the truck, not by the driver, apparently.
Rather than driving 400-500 miles per day, I was pushing 1000 miles per day, every day, the truck only stopping for fuel and to work with customers. Between pickups and deliveries, my trainer had this annoying habit of only visiting truck stops while I was asleep, and finding random industrial parks and highway shoulders to park on for shift changes. I never had time to take a shower.
I staved off the stink with copious amounts of baby wipes and Febreeze. I also found out later, that my trainer owned the truck we drove, and my wages were not taken out of the revenue for the loads he ran. So I was effectively free labor for him.
I don't work for that company anymore. I'm still in trucking, but I spend weekends at my house. And I try to shower at least every other day on the road.
A week is my usual. I know, I know, but my mental health is a lot worse than my body odour.
This thread was way more interesting to read than I expected!
I am boring, probably 6, 7 days at max