To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

Isn't it nice to crawl into a bed with clean sheets, warm blankets and a squishy pillow?

Nice pillow.

Nice fluffy pillow.

Nice fluffy pillow of death.

Seems that pillows are hotbeds of stuff. Nasty stuff. Stuff that you and I don't really want to breathe but are anyway. There's a beautiful little ecosystem of fungi, mites, bacteria and other things that we feed every evening with our hair, skin and drool. Asthmatics and allergy sufferers are particularly at risk from this but we probably didn't expect this to be deadly:
Aspergillus fumigatus, the species most commonly found in the pillows, is most likely to cause disease; and the resulting condition Aspergillosis has become the leading infectious cause of death in leukaemia and bone marrow transplant patients.
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Ewwwwwwwwww.....I think I'll run out and buy new pillow....more often! And to think we didn't have feather pillows cause they thought we were allergic!
... wow.

One more reason to love my sleep apnea mask ... filtered air while I sleep.
I just wash mine fairly often with bleach or vinegar, depending on what I've got in the house... :-)
That's the problem. It lures you into complacency before it strikes.

Of course, if your pillow had killed you, you wouldn't be here to type this, would you?
I guess what annoys me about those types of articles is that it just stirs up fear without any solution. So... how are we to combat this fungal invasion? Buy new pillows more often? Wash with bleach or vinegar? Sleep with an oxygen mask?

Are we just DOOMED to DIE while we SLEEP? I suppose so, since the article has no words of encouragement.
I agree about that sort of medical reporting ... it has pretty much been common knowledge for years how many micro-organisms we live with, musta been a slow news day ... we do develop an immunity, if we are otherwise healthy, to some of it. Such organisms become more a problem with the increase in compromised immune systems due to AIDS and cancer treatments, however; where any pathogen of relatively little danger to most of us can become a killer in the immuno- suppressed.
Do you realize what this does to someone who never had a blanky but always had a piwo? Who still has that flat decomposing piwo (but at least no longer sleeps with it)? This is like the time my dog ate my gerbil when I was 9. Betrayal. My piwo has betrayed me.

Damn you, Damn you Salazar.
No, it's reality and noone is ever prepared for the reality of your friends eating one another.

And yes, the gerbil was stupid.
I wonder if that's what actually killed Jack Nicholson in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."