It's statement day. I HATE statement day. I get behind on my work and am genereally crabby. I hate being crabby. I'm good at it, but I hate it. The statements went out on time, without a hitch. Doesn't matter. I was still crabby. :)
Monica has psoriasis on her arms. The inside of her elbow is a mess on both arms. They were red, scaly and itchy all the time. We've tried everything short of prescriptions, and I don't want to use drugs...if I can help it. A friend sells Arbonne and invited me to a party. Where I come from, a party involves BBQ and beer, loud music and laughter. Women my age think of Tupperware, Mary Kay, and sex toys....sheesh.
I went to the "party" to help support her in her new endeavor, not to buy anything. I wound up buying something. I know, big surprise. Anyway, it was overpriced and I had guilt about 2 miles after leaving her house. "How in the HELL am I going to sell this idea to Kevin?" Well, he dealt with it quite well, and this was before the financial ruin that befell us a couple of weeks ago, so he was OK with it, but I could tell he was frustrated.
I got the stuff last week. This shit WORKS. The picture above is a week into use, because her mother sucks at remembering to take "before" pictures. If you can pick out the red spots on her arm, imagine a circle connecting them, and everything in the circle being inflamed and sore. I honestly think we're going to beat this thing without drugs! I'll keep you updated as time passes, but no over-the-counter lotion/remedy (no matter how expensive!) has helped this much.
On another note:
The town we used to live in has a super WalMart, or supercenter, or whatever. It sucks. It's too small to be a supercenter, so they try to carry everything, but are out of what you need most of the time. A neighboring town built a new supercenter that is HUGE! "Too big" I said. I didn't want to deal with it. The more I go, the more I love it. I told Kevin a while back that I always get a great parking space if I stop after work. I think a lot of working stiffs stop on the way home, but only for a few things, so they leave quickly...therefore, I always catch someone backing out of a space up close. I'm never more than 3 spaces from the end nearest the door.
Today, I had to stop. The farther I drove up my usual lane, the more my heart sank. No good spaces. I really didn't want to ruin my 8-week winning streak. I crept slowly forward, getting more and more downhearted, when I saw it. An empty space behind a huge SUV! Where, you ask? Right.Up.Front! WooooHoooo.
Sheesh, I gotta get a life.
3 comments:
Yep, I like the big new Walmart too. Of course, Cliff and I don't watch for a parking spot close to the door, since we're needing all the exercise we can get so we'll lose weight. But we've not had any problems there.
ROFL @ you taking a picture of the parking space........
~Amy
I have that too. I have not had an outbreak in a while. The only thingthat I found that helped(and that included prescriptions) was Benedryl Gel, not the cream or ointment, the gel. I had it on my face once YUCK!!! Covered my face and shut one of my eyes. Glad this stuff is working that you got.
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