For the past couple of months, I’ve been bothered by a non-itchy patch of flaky skin located between my eyes, and radiating up onto my forehead and down onto my nose. All of which I (and everyone else, graciously) have tried to ignore, and which I’ve treated with lotion to lessen the flaking during in meetings and while in public spaces.
But with the flaking continuing and my concern about running out of layers of skin increasing, I made an appointment with the doctor for yesterday. She diagnosed it without even looking, and prescribed a kind of handy home remedy: a thin coat of Selsun shampoo at bedtime, followed by a wash and rinse in the morning.
This I dutifully did, carefully dabbing my skin with the blue shampoo, wondering all the while if it wasn’t some practical joke by my physician, and making many mental notes to remember to wash the stuff off before I left the house in the morning.
Like a hausfrau in her cold cream, I nervously waited for The Wife to turn off the reading light, then settled into a fitful night of sleep, jarred by the olfactory memory of sharing a bedroom with my brother (who was formerly plagued with dandruff, but who is now a flake-free Adonis).
I woke in the morning, eager to wash off the blue, only to find red beneath: an angry rash, the remedy being worse than the ailment. A couple of hours later, I gave the doctor a friendly call, and she offered another instant diagnosis– “you’re allergic to Selsun!”– followed by an apology.
I made it through the day via a combination of hats pulled low and hoods pulled up, Unibomber style. I just hope this rash resolves, so that I can start using foot cream on my face fungus soon.