My body is beginning to betray me as I age. Oh, we all know that our bodies do tend to get less dependable as we get older. We see enough television commercials to convince us that our bones are brittle, our eyes are squinty, and our sex lives are lukewarm. On the other hand, I didn’t really think about the little things that decline as the years advance. For me, my body seems to have become a bit testy about substances it formerly tolerated with no complaint.
About ten days ago, I purchased one of those cute little angel pins at the Hallmark store that come attached to a little romance card that shares some sweet, sentimental message. I bought the angel because the message involved missing a loved one who has passed. Also, the body of the little angel was made of a tiny white rose. Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while may remember that white roses at Christmas were a “thing” for my mother (for those of you who are newer cyberfriends or would just like a refresher, please visit http://www.terrilabonte.com/2016/05/the-white-white-rose-of-home/). Anyhow, I happily shelled out my six bucks for the white angel rose.
The next day, I fastened the little pin to the top of a dark burgundy velour blouse. Even though it was tiny, it was quite noticeable on the dark background. Several people at church noticed and commented on it. It gave me the opportunity to tell them about what a wonderful person my mother was and how the pin reminds me that I am lucky to have her love forever.
Unfortunately, within a couple of days of wearing the pin, my skin exploded into a red, angry, itchy, hivey, whealy rash that covered my whole chest. Any part of my body that came into even the slightest contact with the pin revolted. Apparently, the pin triggered some sort of metal allergy that I didn’t even know I had. As I scratched, I think the rash started taking on a life of its own, independent of the pin. I started sprouting red bumps from my breasts to my chin line. It wasn’t particularly painful, but it was pretty obvious that my skin was throwing a temper tantrum.
I considered having a contest on this blog to name the rash. However, I was hoping that I would be able to lose the rash before I could organize a contest, so I decided to do the honors myself. Given the season and the fact that my chest was the color of neon infused tomatoes, I decided to name my pet rash Rudolph. For a few days, I spread hydrocortisone cream on my chest. Rudolph’s color didn’t change much. The itch might have been marginally less uncomfortable…. for a little while until I thought about it again. I kept thinking Rudolph was getting a little smaller, but Max looked at me in alarm every time he I wore a blouse that wasn’t a turtleneck so my “improving” assessment might have been wishful thinking.
Yesterday, I noticed that the cream I was slathering all over my chest was 15 years old. That may have something to do with the fact that it didn’t seem to be working very well. I treated myself to a new tube of hydrocortisone cream. Almost immediately, Rudolph is retreating. The itch is not as compelling. Rudolph’s color is more like under ripe tomatoes without the neon now. Rudolph is occupying much less square footage on my chest.
So, my rash is almost gone. However, as I was inspecting my skin in the mirror this morning, I noticed that there was a hidden Mickey formed by three of the remaining hives. Do you think it might be a Christmas miracle?
Have you noticed small, unexpected changes in your body that have come with age? Please share your perspective by leaving a comment. In the alternative, you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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4 thoughts on “The Skin I’m In”
You are still young, but for me I found I have bone issues. My bones are thinning out and I realize that the bone density test shows I am losing bone marrow. They said my ribs are so thin they can’t see the ribs shape in x-rays. Of course I was on Fosamax for over 10 years, and they feel that is the cause of my bone loss. So please tell everyone to get off of Fosamax ASAP.
Of course I have other issues, but yes, we do age….sometimes more quickly than we think is possible. Oh well, go one day at a time!
I admit I am still relatively young, but I already notice the decline of my physicality. You are right, Lois. It happens quicker than one would imagine!
Naming your rash gave me a huge chuckle. If my skin is within 6 ft of poison ivy or anything like it, it breaks out, blisters, and spreads. Not to mention my skin reaction to any bug bite. Now I need to worry about metals!?! I have a super-duty (persciption) fresh tube of cream ready at all times, so I’m ready!
Rudolph has almost left my chest now, Pat, but now I think I must have gotten bitten by a bug on my right ankle! Rudolph’s little brother Randolph is playing ring-around-the-Rosie on my ankle. ☹️🕷
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