Is It A Mosquito Bite? Is It A Spider Bite? NO......... It's Ringworm

I assume you remember my recent mosquito bite on the neck, which has still not gone away. With that in mind, I started thinking that there was just something wrong with it still being a prevalent mark on my neck after FOUR weeks. Right? Then the thought hit me like a ton of bricks. I've had something similar several times before, but it just didn't immediately dawn on me. RINGWORM. Freaking ringworm on my already increasingly unattractive wattle. A Google Images search confirmed my suspicions and I sat here at my computer with mouth open and eyes gaping.




It's a simple diagnosis really, although many dermatologists are unable to reach that conclusion. The last time I had something like this I went to the dermatologist, who informed me that I had excema and then prescribed a cream for it. After two weeks of using the cream, my *spot* on my shin had doubled in size. So, I called the pharmacy to get a refill on the cream. When I went to get it, the pharmacist looked at my shin and immediately asked, "You aren't putting this cream on that, are you?" I replied with a yes and he immediately began to chuckle, then said, "That's ringworm and the cream is making it worse." As it turned out, he was correct. The freaking dermatologist (that I'd paid a small fortune to) had misdiagnosed a simple case of ringworm! The pharmacist then handed me a small tube of Tinactin, telling me to use it on the ringworm twice a day. In two or three days it was totally gone. How soon we forget little things that have happened to us in the past.

My children also both had ringworm a couple of times, so I'm no stranger to this. I can't help but wonder WHY didn't I see it for what it was? I'm chalking it up to *senior moments* and the gradual loss of memory.

The first picture is of the first week, which was a month ago. The second picture is what it looked like two days ago. The third picture is 8 hours after starting the application of the Tinactin. Well, DUH!

And I foolishly thought we got smarter as we got older........ Hmmmm... I think you need a fully functional brain for that.

These Senior Moments Are About To Get The Best Of Me.... Argh!

I suppose we all have *Senior Moments* as we approach old age. The older we get, the more we expect to have. I was rather hoping to not have any until I was up around 60 or 65. Hmmm...

When Mr. Snoots and I were getting ready to leave Las Vegas we of course, piled all of our chips together and cashed them in for real money. I was almost certain that I'd broken even until the hubby counted up his then mine, before combining them for the total. He told me that I'd come up like $200.00 short. I immediately leapt to my own defense by saying I did not lose $200.00. I admitted that the last night while playing Black Jack, I might have lost a $100.00 chip by accident, because I was unable to find it the next morning.

Mr. Snooty looked at me as if I were a complete moron. Well, that was the only conceivable thing that could have happened because I know I didn't lose it at the tables while playing.

So, fast-forward a few weeks to last Friday. I misplaced my main credit card and Sam's Club card and couldn't find it for the life of me. Growing ever more frustrated, I set aside time this afternoon to start going through everything I own, in order to find the missing credit card.

In my search to find those cards, I stumbled upon a black $100.00 Golden Nugget chip, along with $87.00 in cash that were still hiding in the side pocket of my little bronze evening bag. Can we just agree here that was a big old DUH of a Senior Moment? Now, I think I'll go through the rest of my things. No telling what I might find…. Oh The Riches That Must Be Hiding In My Closet and Drawers!


Apparently, today is my one day of clarity for the week...

Stuck in A Whirlwind...

My whirlwind trip to & from San Antonio was not the relaxing trip I had anticipated. The 5-1/2 hour drive down was pleasant enough, but when I arrived, I experienced another major *senior moment*, *brain fart*, *menopausal breakdown*. It was freezing in San Antonio thanks to a cold front, and I had not gone prepared. In addition to not having the right clothing, I also realized with a great deal of annoyance that we leave for Los Angeles in 5 days. From that moment, I couldn't relax until I was home. This was not due to anything my hostess did or didn't do. She was gracious as always. It was like I had arrived in a panic and it wasn't going to go away until I was safely home.

I'm the kind of person who likes to start packing a week or so ahead of time so that I can be leisurely about it and make sure that I have everything. This always seems to allow me the time to pack way too many things, as I invariably do. I'm not certain as to why, exactly, but I seem to hit a panic mode if I don't stick to this repetitious order. There's no telling what I'll wind up taking with me on an adventure, which is why I have to stick to my somewhat odd routine.

At any rate, I guess I've been blogging too much or something, because I had not paid the slightest bit of attention to a calendar and gawd knows I can't see the date on my watch, nor do I ever check the date on my computer. So, when I arrived at my friend's home she mentioned how fun that I was leaving for L.A. in less than a week. I just kind of looked at her like "HUH? I beg your pardon?" Once I realized I'd made a faux pas in my judgement of *Snooty Time* I was ready to hit the road home.

However, we dined on a dinner of succulent Raspberry Chipotle Pork Tenderloin, Fettucini Alfredo, salad and garlic toast. We drank a lovely domestic merlot and visited for a while, but as it turned out, my friend was just starting to get sick when I arrived. She & her hubby went to bed early, as did I. By the time I left the next morning, she had a temperature of 104 degrees, which of course, really threw me in a panic to depart. I CAN'T GET SICK BEFORE WE LEAVE FOR CALIFORNIA (or after, for that matter)!!!!! Being the paranoid *Howard Hughes* type that I am, I retreated to my sitting room to have a 20 minute session with my hand disenfectant.

The next morning, I hastily yelled my thank you's and farewells down the hall towards her room and made my exit as quickly as I possibly could. What are good friends for, right? As I drove away, it proceeded to rain in a very hard, pounding manner, for nearly the entire drive home, which actually wound up being more like 6-1/2 hours instead of the normal 5-1/2. Thankfully, I had "The Last Juror" CD by John Grisham, to listen to, which was not great, but surely a good enough read (or listen). By the time I arrived home I was thoroughly exhausted & had somehow inexplicably been deprived of my friend's humor & company.

So, now I feel as if I'm stuck in a whirlwind until we leave for California. (I'm also popping vitamins & extra Vitamin C like crazy.) I'll never speak to the bitch again if I get sick (just kidding, honest).

I never did see Charles, as it was his day off. Guess I'll have to wait until the next trip. Meanwhile, I'm furiously running about, getting things ready for our trip and trying to get over my recent bad haircut (which I refuse to talk about).