This morning I woke up itching like a 5 year old with chicken pox due to being feasted (buffet-ed?) upon my these straight outta hades sand gnats or biting midges, whatever you want to call the jerks. Anyhoo, I groggily mosey over to the bathroom in hopes of benadryl or something fun to get rid of this scratching my arms and legs like a flea bitten woman of the night. To my surprise as I was rummaging through my miscellaneous drug drawer (you know you have one), I found something called "Anti-itching cream". Oh HOOORAY!!! JESUS HAS RISEN!!!! I rub this all over me-- twice. I look like I have been attacked by laxative fed pigeons but I am waiting for the relief to wash over me. While I'm waiting, I bother to read the tube more closely. I have now twice applied VAGINAL itching cream all over me.
While I recognize it's basically the same thing... It forced me to shower (and you all know how much I love to do that), because something I put solely on my hoohah, shouldn't be on my forearms.