Get your hands off your legs.

That’s what I do. Rubbing my hands all over my arms and legs. Find a zit? Scrape or peal it off. It must be a nervous habit of mine. I peal and scrape. Others just pick their nose. But not me.

I guess it’s an aging thing. I can remember back about a couple of decades ago rubbing my hands over my hairy legs but not finding such blemishes. And I did the same with my arms and shoulders. But now it’s like finding volcanic rock in the desert. Little pop-ups that appear like fleshy Ladybugs crawling on my skin. But now my leg hair is almost gone. As it is also missing on my head. Why me?

But anyway, all these spots and lumps, as my Dermatologist tells me, will cost an arm and a leg to remove. My Medicare will only cover removal of pre-cancerous spots. Those spots I have my doc says are barnacles and not cancerous. Never the less, I scrape and peal barnacles. It’s a nervous habit. I’m old but too young to have chronic barnacles. Guess I’ll start wearing long sleeve shirts and give away my walking shorts. Maybe wearing compression socks would stop the barnacles.

Published by Charles Oldenfatt the Curmudgeon

If I told you the truth about myself you would think what a wad of chewed gum stuck under a church pew I am. Dull. Ordinary .old and fat

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: