Makes me wonder what was in the thinners or the 50's and up. 
The summer I got out of high school had me working at a shipyard. Ingall's, in Pascagoula. MS. Now known as Northrop Grumman. I was a painter's helper. $4.65 / hr. We used MEK as a degreaser. My hand used to get all dried out of natural oils and turn yellow for a day or two. 55 gal drums of the stuff were everywhere. Got a shot in the eye by some thinner we called 44-40. Woke my ass up, for sure. Then again, the amount of rust dust I inhaled from running the biggest wire brushes air would power didn't help, I'm sure. I point north on a quiet evening, though I lean a little to the right. What a filthy job.
Gonna die with my right hand rotting off and half blind due to an LHA that kept us safe from the Rooskies. They've probably retired them by now. I know of a DD that is retired at the Navy Yard in DC that was on the other side of the yard while I was there.
I outlived the useful life of a Navy destroyer. Guess I should feel okay about that. Too big to ski behind anyway. Screw it.