CHARLESTON, W.Va. -- You might think writers pay attention to the little details, that they probably notice things the average person might miss.
How much better my life might be if that were the case.
For a little over a week, I've been fighting the most horrible case of dry skin all over my body. It was so bad I was itching constantly, tearing at myself like I was covered with fleas.
So desperate for relief was I that every morning, after stepping out of the shower, I would slather myself with lotion from head to toe. The lotion I was using, a vanilla-coconut concoction, was thick and rich and smelled wonderful, but after a full week of using it, I was still as itchy as ever. So I looked at the label.
It wasn't lotion.
It was body wash.
Unfortunately, with me, this kind of thing is almost more the rule than the exception, especially at night. Without my contacts or glasses I'm pretty much blind, and since my nightstand is often so cluttered that my glasses can be tough to find in the middle of the night, I've had a few mishaps, and one major near miss.
For instance, one of our dogs occasionally gets ear infections, so I keep Murry's medicine on my nightstand so I can treat his ears when he's mostly asleep. It's in a smallish squeeze bottle, one that's shaped to feel almost identical to a nasal spray my doctor prescribed.
It's been almost a month. I can still taste Murry's greasy eardrops in the back of my throat.
Another time, while dealing with a particularly slow-to-heal eye infection, I had to put a gooey prescription eye salve in my eyes every night. I kept it on the stand by my bed. The tube was the small, skinny metal type with a plastic cap to unscrew. Almost identical to how Super Glue is packaged.
That was my near miss.