eyelid swells... shut
Nov. 5th, 2006 07:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I sent my sister a slightly-drunken text message last night explaining that I had accepted Mary Kay as my personal lord and savior.
This is the sister that peddles Mary Kay products, by the way, and so I'm not sure if it adds or detracts from the amusement value for me to explain.
The stress and weather of this last week-plus has given me an eczema flare, only instead of on my fingers and the backs of my hands where I am ever-vigilant against it and by this point it doesn't hurt me that much that often, it's chosen instead to take over the back of my neck with an exceedingly painful vengeance, and also has decided to attack one of my eyelids.
There's no reason for this, but I can promise you it sucks. One eyelid is swollen and it looks a bit like someone just punched me and it hasn't yet formed a bruise.
I tried all kinds of things-- tea tree oil should never be allowed near your eyelids, I will say a bit ruefully: I learned that the hard way but still did it more than once because I was desperate. It stops the itching, sure, but it hurts like a bitch.
Finally as I was digging through my makeup drawer in desperation I found the Satin Hands kit my sister had thrown in with whatever else she was giving me at the time. It has a tube of emollient in it, which is meant to be applied as a super-crazy-last-resort kind of moisturizer, basically a coat of wax over your just-moisturized skin so that all the other goos stay in.
So I put it onto my eyelid and the back of my neck, and... for the next sixteen hours, they didn't hurt, didn't itch, didn't tingle, didn't bother me. I don't know that it healed them, but nothing else I've ever tried, not heavily-cortisoned steroid creams that cost $90 for a tube, not nothin-- nothing else I've ever tried has relieved a flare that was in progress. The only other successes I've had have happened while trying to heal the damage from a flare that spent itself.
So, score one for Mary Kay.
The fact that at the time I was sitting in one of the balconies at Nietsche's during the intermission of a blues show only makes it better.
However. I will pay dearly today. I am so so tired, it is like I was hit by a truck. I have to go to roller derby, then attempt to listen in for part of the league meeting, then cut out of that early and dash to work to close Landmark, which is highly likely to suck. And meanwhile, my guts feel kind of like they were wrung out, even though I... well, I had four drinks last night, but over the course of over six hours, so I sort of feel like there's no excuse for a hangover. (There isn't; upon arrival home I drank about 20 ounces of water, too.)
I want so badly to call in sick to work. I only ever do dumb things and get into trouble when I'm working someone else's shift. I am not smart. I am tired today. And I didn't do any writing at all yesterday, and really want to do some today.
But none of those are really good reasons. Not missing the league meeting could maybe be a good reason. The fact that I haven't yet called in since they reset the attendance policy in July is kind of a dumb reason. I don't think I can justify calling in on the grounds of my eczema, given that I've worked with worse. But we'll see; if I am as retarded as I am now by the time practice ends at noon, then maybe that would be a good reason: but I don't want to let anybody down, the way calling in would.
Well, I've agonized long enough. Time to finish this coffee and get to practice. Urgh.
This is the sister that peddles Mary Kay products, by the way, and so I'm not sure if it adds or detracts from the amusement value for me to explain.
The stress and weather of this last week-plus has given me an eczema flare, only instead of on my fingers and the backs of my hands where I am ever-vigilant against it and by this point it doesn't hurt me that much that often, it's chosen instead to take over the back of my neck with an exceedingly painful vengeance, and also has decided to attack one of my eyelids.
There's no reason for this, but I can promise you it sucks. One eyelid is swollen and it looks a bit like someone just punched me and it hasn't yet formed a bruise.
I tried all kinds of things-- tea tree oil should never be allowed near your eyelids, I will say a bit ruefully: I learned that the hard way but still did it more than once because I was desperate. It stops the itching, sure, but it hurts like a bitch.
Finally as I was digging through my makeup drawer in desperation I found the Satin Hands kit my sister had thrown in with whatever else she was giving me at the time. It has a tube of emollient in it, which is meant to be applied as a super-crazy-last-resort kind of moisturizer, basically a coat of wax over your just-moisturized skin so that all the other goos stay in.
So I put it onto my eyelid and the back of my neck, and... for the next sixteen hours, they didn't hurt, didn't itch, didn't tingle, didn't bother me. I don't know that it healed them, but nothing else I've ever tried, not heavily-cortisoned steroid creams that cost $90 for a tube, not nothin-- nothing else I've ever tried has relieved a flare that was in progress. The only other successes I've had have happened while trying to heal the damage from a flare that spent itself.
So, score one for Mary Kay.
The fact that at the time I was sitting in one of the balconies at Nietsche's during the intermission of a blues show only makes it better.
However. I will pay dearly today. I am so so tired, it is like I was hit by a truck. I have to go to roller derby, then attempt to listen in for part of the league meeting, then cut out of that early and dash to work to close Landmark, which is highly likely to suck. And meanwhile, my guts feel kind of like they were wrung out, even though I... well, I had four drinks last night, but over the course of over six hours, so I sort of feel like there's no excuse for a hangover. (There isn't; upon arrival home I drank about 20 ounces of water, too.)
I want so badly to call in sick to work. I only ever do dumb things and get into trouble when I'm working someone else's shift. I am not smart. I am tired today. And I didn't do any writing at all yesterday, and really want to do some today.
But none of those are really good reasons. Not missing the league meeting could maybe be a good reason. The fact that I haven't yet called in since they reset the attendance policy in July is kind of a dumb reason. I don't think I can justify calling in on the grounds of my eczema, given that I've worked with worse. But we'll see; if I am as retarded as I am now by the time practice ends at noon, then maybe that would be a good reason: but I don't want to let anybody down, the way calling in would.
Well, I've agonized long enough. Time to finish this coffee and get to practice. Urgh.
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Date: 2006-11-05 05:41 pm (UTC)When my hands get impossibly dry during the winter, the only thing that works is wearing plastic gloves to bed. I *do* realize that we're talking a different scale with eczema, though.