Earlier this week I was lamenting the sorry state of affairs my morning skin care regime has become. Courtesy of dermatitis and a rather judgemental dermatologist my routine now consists of a 'chemist only' cleanser and HOME BRAND sorbolene cream. Oh how I long for the days when my bathroom sink was covered with a variety of interesting and moderately expensive products. Oh how colourful and alluring they were!
Today I suffered further insult when my GP revealed that it is highly likely I am currently experiencing another dermatitis courtesy of my newly sensitive skin. The implications of this reaction are even more devastating. Indeed, it will strike to the very core of my being. This dermatitis will effect how I do my laundry.
For those of you who know me quite well, you will immediately comprehend my pain. For everyone else it is important to understand that my laundry routine is one of my 'things'. I like it done a certain way. For example, linens and towels must always be washed with a liquid soap and fabric softener. My blacks and jeans must always be washed with Radiant Black Wash. And my bras, knits and stockings must always be washed with liquid wool and delicates wash. And everything is washed with cold water.
Do not ask me to explain this. We all have our 'little ways' and this is one of mine.
So. You can imagine my inward expressions of horror and consequent spiral into despair when my GP informed me that I should switch to laundry powder for sensitive skin.
Why are you doing this to me Universe?? Why??? Every. Time. I try and show myself some special attention, be it with a new skin cream or a new fabric softener, you see fit to make my body reject it. It isn't fair. Next my acrylic nails will fall off and my hair will fall out.
Sigh. This has not been the greatest Friday the 13th.
I suppose I should look on the bright side. I suppose I still have at least one interesting element in my daily routine. I have some pretty awesome perfumes. Although I am beginning to wonder if I should start spraying them on my clothes rather than my skin.
Sensitivity is a bitch.
