Ack!! I have jock itch!
It's unspeakable, and yet I have spoken it -- publicly at that.
Our family has been under a tremendous amount of stress lately. Due to family matters that are private (yes, some things are private around here) my husband and I have been out of our minds with worry. So, the rash developing on my inner leg was not given much attention until it really started to hurt. I didn't know what it was. The moments I even gave it any thought, I speculated that it was some reaction to the adhesive from all of the bandages, and electrical plugs that were attached to me lately.
It wasn't until I was scrabbling through my underwear drawer, looking for the softest, most non-chafing undies that I came clean to my husband. "It's jock itch". He just said it so matter of factly. "Jock itch!" I screamed. "How can I have jock itch?" "I'm a girl."
Evidently girls can get it. How could I have raised two boys, and not know a thing about jock itch? It baffles the mind, it truly does.
My husband rifled through HIS drawer, and tossed me a tube of anti-fungal cream. Apparently, every guy keeps that stuff handy. He told me it clears up really fast once you start treating it.
Well, I guess that explains why I never noticed if he had jock itch or not. GROSS!
There are just some things I do not want to know about. For instance, I don't want to know that the frozen juice bars I've been eating three or four of everyday are twenty carbs each. I don't want to know how jello is made, or what chemicals are in my hair dye. AND, I most certainly DO NOT want to know anything about jock itch.
May peace and a blind eye be yours from: The Goddess of Everything.