I am plagued by severely dry skin, so when I saw a promo about a great dry skin solution, I knew I had to have the answer, so I set the DVR to record the episode. After work, the dog and I settled into the recliner to watch the show. The doctor who was explaining the products actually worked for the company making the products. Still, I can't wait.
The first product was a "calming body wash" followed with a "calming body lotion" used one time in 24 hours. Everyone of the audience members got a set of the products. I felt cheated when I had to buy my own set. CVS here I come.
I left home early before work to get to the local CVS open 24 hours. I quickly found the items and headed to the register. But wait! I see something else I might need. I found a cortisone spray! Now I can spray my back and won't have to find someone to scratch it or rub a doorframe like a bear rubs a tree. Even better, it is on sale so I grab two of them. I can use one at work and one at home.
Getting back into the car, my purse strap breaks and items begin to fall out of the CVS bag. I manage to catch one can, but hear a second one rolling in the parking lot. Getting out of the car and looking around, I realize how funny it must look to see me poking underneath the adjacent cars and my own. Nothing under the others or mine.
I get the bright idea to slowly back my car put of my parking space hoping not run over the can and causing a small explosion. Fortunately the parking lot remains quiet. I still can't find the can.
I circle through the parking lot area twice and still no can. Just as I start to leave, I notice the can against the back tire of a car two spaces down. I grab it and head to work. The rest of the day went remarkably well for me...as well as some of my days go.
The next morning I get my bath wash and go to work gently massaging it in as instructed on the bottle. Feels fine, but there is a smell I am not sure about. Grabbing the bottle, there is a list of ingredients including Omega 3 (fish oil). Is it my imagination? It reminded me of a smell along a river bank when I've gone fishing. I'm not sure this is good, but my dachshund is now my new best friend! She normally won't come into the bathroom as it her bath time place. Not now. She is ALL over me.
On to the lotion. When I think lotion, I think thin, easy to apply fluid liquid. This lotion was like paste wax and I had liberally applied it. Took a while, but eventually got it rubbed in. Note to self: a little dab'll do ya.
My skin feels better, but I am a little concerned about the fishy smell. It smells like my Omega 3 supplement Dr. Oz says is good for my heart. Too late for another shower, so off to work.
You probably have a co-worker you can trust to be truthful to a fault. When Donna came in to work, I told her my story.
"Give me your arm." I did as there is no messing with Donna. She begins sniffing from my hand to my shoulder.
"Give me your other arm." I promptly made it available for the sniff test.
"You don't smell fishy to me" she declared.
I was relieved. I worked on through the day with no major problems.
I started to leave for the day and told Donna good evening. Her reply?
"Don't have tuna for dinner."
Dr. Oz, I love your show, but after today, no more DVR for you!
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