My chest is in a sad state of affairs.
The ringworm is gone, yes, thank god for that (though I am slightly misty about not having the orgasmic showers....more than a little misty actually) but now I have peely tits.
See, I went to the doctor for some cream to help with the dreadful itching because the tinactin wasn't working and I scratched myself raw two nights in a row. The doctor failed to inform me that the cream would be just a little bit drying and because of such it would be wise if I just dab the cream on the patches instead of slathering all over to ensure coverage.
I slathered.
Actually, I beyond slathered.
At first I had hoped I would just get away with a little dry skin but behold, I awoke to...
which I clearly have already been peeling.
Luckily I love to peel,
I love seeing fresh pink skin
it feels almost as orgasmic to peel the dead skin away
and
putting moisturiser on is very envigorating