I posted this on Facebook last night:
TMI ALERT: So now that the antibiotics and anti-fungals are out of the picture, my armpits have developed a life of their own. I shower, using hibiclens, and an hour later they smell like spicy, pungent, poisonous death. WTF? Am I now the home to some new biological weapon?
Claire says it’s an “indie-horror-flick-turned-sleeper-hit”.
I say it’s a good vehicle for revenge (i.e. holding socks under my armpits and mailing them to people I don’t like).
Rick says that it could be a lucrative business venture.
Who would invest $5.99 for me to send a biologically tricked-out note to an enemy, or as a gag gift (literally)?
Because, y’all, I’m telling you…if my tee shirts of late are any indication, I need to start mailing them to soldiers to be thrown at the enemy.
In the meantime, I’m puzzling over things I can do to reduce the funk without using antiperspirants (can’t use them for a bit because of both metal toxicity and clogged pores possibly leading to more staph).
So, either way, if you have suggestions, I’m all ears.