I think I was complaining about skin tags when last I wrote. That was the night of insomniac musings about my sex life (or lack there of). The skin tags are benign, but annoying depending on location. The bigger ones seem to develop in areas with lots of traffic. Like the bra zone and inner thighs. This allows the little buggars to become red and angry and be painful. The ones I hate the most are the ones that get caught under the under wire of my bra. Never fails to annoy in public. I feel the need to point out here that there is just one letter's difference in public and pubic. Why, I wonder; since pubic should not be public.
Speaking of public ...... my husband thinks these writings are too racy to be public. It is almost like the man does not even know me. I talk like this all the time, but put it down on paper (or cyberspace) and he gets all prudish. I am not sharing any intimate details, despite the blog title. I was sleep deprived when I chose it.
But, the skin tags ..... In case you are fortunate enough to be unfamiliar with these; they are unsightly little flaps of skin that hang from various places on your body. I have a friend who will actually shave hers off with a very sharp razor. I have been unable to bring myself to do this, having had a traumatic leg shaving event in my youth. I have found that tying a length of dental floss around the base of the tag itself will cut off blood supply and it will eventually fall off. It will fall off quicker if you put wart remover on it. If the skin tag is in your armpit area, good luck trying to tie anything around it yourself. You will, at that point have to ignore your vanity and ask your husband to assist you. Mine will tie things, but will not cut or shave them for me. Wuss.
Sometimes, if you are really lucky, the tag will fall off ....... no, really, that is wrong......... you will accidentally rip it off when removing your under garments. It may smart a little, but the relief that it is gone will overcome this.
But, when I started writing this today, I was annoyed with the hair on my head. I have always been prone to oily, fine, limp hair. The one thing I was looking forward to when my hair started to gray was that my scalp would start to dry out. But, no, my hair still has to be washed on a daily basis to have any body whatsoever. Did the texture change? No, still fine and limp. Is this fair? No, the one side effect of aging that I wanted to happen .......... didn't!
I suppose that this blog is more about aging than sex. At sixty, though, it is all a whole lot of talk, anyway.