Odd Skin

Hey, more about me!

I’m not sure what category of homunculus I am — but I’ve got weird skin. I don’t get any kind of nasty psoriasis or anything like that but here’s the thing: technically, I’m allergic to my own sweat. When I was little, I was allergic to a TON of stuff. Tomatoes in any form, chocolate, SO many things outside (thus my aversion to nature), I *think* certain types of milk as well, can’t remember. But there was a stretch where I had to go see the allergy doctor every week forever. I seem to remember being the only kid in school who never got inoculated against Measles, Mumps, Chicken Pox, etc. precisely because of my severe allergies. I do remember the kids in line in class for the injections, none too happy about it, while I sat there unaffected and somewhat happy I wasn’t getting stuck with that bizarre device. I don’t know much more than that and I’m sure my mother no longer remembers. I *think* I’d been vaccinated since then, don’t know. But then again, I’ve never HAD Measles, Mumps or Chicken Pox, and I certainly don’t want them now. But, back to the whole skin bit.

I’ve mostly grown out of the sweat allergy thing, but in regards to my unusual skin quality, I think it’s all part of heat being my Kryptonite, as I’m a profuse sweater. I sweat a lot and don’t react well to it. It certainly doesn’t help when the weight is up either. I’m a human blast furnace, always giving off heat in immense waves. Why do you think I wear shorts all the time? Why do you think *my* regular body temperature is 97.6? Gotta keep me cool. Always expelling that heat.

And then there’s what happens when I’m submerged in water for long periods of time. Let’s say I’m in a pool for 20 minutes. Once I get out, I can’t put shoes on and I have to be careful, because if I scrape against anything, the skin just comes right off. If I try to slip on a tennis shoe, using my finger as a makeshift shoehorn? Lose the skin on the heel, finger, whatever gets the friction. Is it the fact that my body continually throws off heat through my skin and putting me in water is kinda like boiling a chicken and the skin comes off too easily, or maybe it’s like ribs when the meat just falls off the bone? I don’t know, I don’t like ribs. 

It’s all very bizarre. 

Then there’s the “Hobbit Patch”. A small stretch of skin beneath my elbow that inexplicably grows a heavy patch of hair. For all intents and purposes, you’d think I had a subcutaneous troll doll hidden away within my forearm. 

And I don’t dare shave it as it’ll grow back thicker and darker than ever before…. 

That’s the fear.

Am I sharing too much? Well, the good news is, I don’t think things will get any more intimate than this, if it’ll make you feel any better. But as I write this, we are still in lockdown and I’ve still got over 7 months of daily blogs that I am determined to see completed. There is the fear that I’ll run out of things to say, experiences to share, true tales to relate, goofy stories to create, etc. 

But so far, so good.

You lucky, lucky people.