I made a strange discovery that inpenges on my ability to remain alive under adverse conditions. Another discovery anyway, to go along with all the other factors age and possibly a slight case of dementia place in my way. (I can't remember if I have dementia, does any one here know?)
I ran out of fabric softener sheets last week. Not wanting to make a special trip to the village Dollar Store while laundry was waiting I simply put the clothes in the dryer and turned the machine on.
Late in the week I developed a slight rash in an unmentionable spot and dismissed it as a simple irritation. It refused to be dismissed and has grown into an irritating, agonizing, chaffing, rawness that grates on my very soul and stops all functions of normalcy.
Right now I have the entire wardrobe in the washer/dryer cycle to be properly softened using the latest modern chemicals.
I also have a number of creams and salves smeared on critical portions of my anatomy.
I have come to the realization that if I had to wash my clothes with lye soap and beat them on a flat rock I would die of skin irritation even before I ran out of meds, food or water.
And anything or anyone that crossed my path while I was in that critical state would be at a high level of risk, escaping my presence with howls and mumbling to one another, "What is the matter with that old geezer anyway?"
I have become too soft to survive.
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