Mr. Aitch wears white socks. Every. Day. He used to get holes in the toe so I started buying him Gold Toe® socks*. No more holes in the toe. Yay! Now he gets holes on the bottom of the heel. I need “Gold Toe and Heel” socks for him. It seems that no matter how often I wash whites, he always runs out of white socks. So I bought him another package of six pair last week.
Now the rest of the story:
This past Saturday I planted all the flowers and herbs I bought the week before. I had to wait for a day when Mr. Aitch was available to move the bags of soil for me.
No sooner than I got started, I felt something on my arm. Without looking I just brushed it away. I have no idea what is was but my arm started itching immediately. I ignored it until I was finished.
Please ignore my faded and stained planters. I scrubbed them first. Really, I did!
I got myself cleaned up and noticed the raised welt on my arm. A drop or two of hand sanitizer usually calmed the itch for hours. This time it worked for about two minutes. I figured it was a spider bite since this has happened to me before. In the past the site of the bite would swell up to the size of a small grapefruit.
Mr. Aitch suggested I take some Benadryl. Benadryl and I don’t get along very well. It makes me drowsy enough to be nonfunctional then causes nightmares when I do sleep.
When I went to the market Sunday morning after church, I asked the pharmacist what I could use to stop the itch. Hydrocortisone cream. I felt relief instantly.
I applied more to the bite area (including the gelatinous glob forming under the skin) before I went to bed but needed to cover it so the cream would stay on my arm and not get all over the sheets. So I cut the top off of an old pair of holey white socks Mr. Aitch threw away as a way to cover the bite.
You’re going to have to trust me on this. I cropped out the discolored holey part. You can thank me later.
I asked Mr. Aitch to help me get the sock top over the medicated mess.
I told him I cut the top off of one of the new pairs of white socks I just bought him.
The look on his face was priceless. I thought he was going into shock.
Just kidding, Honey! It was an old sock.
Rarely do I pull one over on Mr. Aitch but I did this time.
*Note: The opinions expressed here are mine and mine alone. I received no, nada, zero, zilch compensation from the fine makers of GoldToe® socks. I just wish that I did.