The Drugs Do Work
They're not drugs. They're topical creams. There are four of them: one for my eyelids, one for my groin, one for my neck, wrists, elbow and knees, and a massive barrel of Epaderm ointment I can put anywhere I choose (as long as I leave half an hour after initially applying the balms). The ick is on the run. Even my neck, which last week looked like I'd narrowly avoided a garroting, is almost back to normal. I have the bouncy soft testes of a much younger man. Traditionally, the joke here would be "...and he's not getting them back" or "they're in a jar under the bed" but come on. I'm not doing that. There are standards. So I'm told. I haven't really looked into it. It was a concern. It stole on quickly and confusingly. I've never had any skin issues before. Susan was away, so there was no one to confront with my suddenly scalene nethers. She dodged a bullet there. She's like Wonder Woman. I looked it up on the internet. I se...
