Wednesday, 23 June 2010
That Hormone Patch
So now that I am pushing sixty, my doc says I must swop over to a patch – better for the liver, she says, considering that I have to take cholesterol pills as well. Well, they seem quite easy to apply – just out of sight on the buttocks, as long as they are far away from the breast area. OK. I’ve used about six now and tried one on my upper thigh for a change – as it’s winter here and I wear pants all the time. Shock, horror! Upon removing this one, I saw that, similar to wearing a plaster for half a week, when you rip it off, there is a nasty, greyish residue left behind where the glue was and it is the devil of a job to get it off. Upon observing my rear end (with some difficulty) in the mirror, I now see that I have literally a patchwork of these that I didn’t know about and upon which the gentle daily shower sponge has clearly made no impression. Nothing for it: I shall have to get my husband to apply the pot scourer to these out of reach regions. Maybe there can be an upside? Perhaps we can turn this bi-weekly exercise into some kind of esoteric foreplay. Failing that, it should at least be a bit of a giggle!