My dermatologist is so mean. She’s really nice actually, but she’s mean because she makes me dress like Nanook of the North, even when it’s 90 degrees out.
It all started during my September 2019 appointment when I had been bitten by the Aedes mosquitoes (aka Ankle Biters) during the infestation in Orange County.
I had been bitten 19 times and had to get 19 shots of low-dose steroids, one in each of the sites where I had been bitten. 19 shots! Yes, 19! You see, these nasty little bloodsuckers love Type O blood. It’s their blood of choice, sort of like drinking Champagne.
So, one mosquito bites me and … “Yummm,” says the discriminating little bug, “Type O blood. Hey guys, party over here.” And soon they’re having the time of their lives, a party to rival the most elaborate and exciting post-Oscars bash.
So my dermatologist says I have to stay covered up by wearing long pants or a long skirt and a long-sleeved blouse. Just when did I become Amish?
By the way, I’d like to give a big shout-out to the young gals of the ’80s. They’re the ones who made it popular to wear pajamas in public.
They were the ones you’d see out and about wearing PJs and Ugg boots. And I believe that is why the ever-so-comfortable pants were designed. Yoga pants, I believe they’re called.
They were launched by some very observant designers. “Hmmm … I think we have a market here. The young are going for comfort, and I think it’s catching on with a somewhat older crowd.” So they started the trend toward wearing yoga pants or whatever they’re called.
I bought mine in Kohl’s Juniors Department. And they were there right when I needed them – when my dermatologist said I had to stay covered to prevent getting all bitten up. I had bought seven pairs of them and had the week covered. More than a week if I decided to mix things up with the long skirts I bought.
Anyhoo, I just love that my friend Monica said that she is a bug magnet. Yup, that about…
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