Today’s post is silly and short.
I remember the reoccurring theme in the French movie Amélie when the narrator tells us what each of the characters likes and dislikes. Because the protagonist Amélie grew up with no friends, she was said to have learned to cultivate an appreciation for the finer things in life, like collecting smooth stones for skipping, sliding her fingers into large burlap sacks of dried beans, and cracking freshly made crème brulée.
Well I too have devised my own version of weirdly satisfying simple pleasures for one living with eczema that I will share with you all so you can all be tantalized by these delicious (and mostly improbable) thoughts. Sorry if some of them are gross; I have a weird mind.
And so, without further ado, my current running list of cultivated simple eczema pleasures:
- Dipping eczema flaky feet into those ponds of fish that lightly nibble dead skin.
- Getting Elmer’s white glue all over the top of the hands and then pulling off the dried result (like we did as kids to our palms), and watching the dead skin pieces go with it.
- Getting a Korean exfoliation skin massage and watching the bits of skin slew off (if this didn’t entail probably wrecking eczema-afflicted skin).
- Having a lint roller for dead skin that can just roll the excess skin away.
- Going into a mud bath equivalent of what was in the movie Spirited Away, and coming out all silky smooth as the mud deeply moisturized the skin cracks.
Then I have ideas for all these even more so crazy impossible scenarios, like a skin cheese peeler that only goes as deep as the dead cells and doesn’t hurt any new skin growth, and other weird things like that.
Clearly I’m feeling flaky these days. I’ve started to identify the fall season time as being when I identify most with a bear. I alternate between just wanting to roll up in blankets and hibernate for months and wanting to emerge to rub my itchy body on trees.
Yeah, that’s me in a nutshell. Bears get me.