Sign of Age..Darn!!
When I was a teenager, I distinctly remember feeling grossed out about all those ointments my Lola used to apply for her aching joints. For one thing, in my mind they smelled like hell. Especially this one ointment that was given to her by the pseudo First Lady of the land after a trip to China. The ointment was supposed to be a miracle cure for arthritis. I don’t really know if it worked but my Lola religiously applied the damn ointment every night. I cannot begin to describe its odor. To put it bluntly, it was vomit inducing. I even threatened her caregiver that if she was given another tube of the vile ointment I would call the dailies and squeal that the pseudo First Lady was poisoning my Lola.
Fast forward to 20 years later….well, a little over that. FINE!!
My goddamn elbow has been aching for the last month or so. Good thing my BIL (an orthopedic doctor..thank God) was at home when we visited. I got a free consultation and voila….I had swollen ligaments that needed meds and…drum roll……OINTMENT!! But, my ointment doesn’t smell bad. So my kids won’t curse me for that. And I have to wrap it in a hot compress thrice a day.
I found a microwaveable gewgaw that works as a hot compress. I’m loving it soooooooo much!!! Plus my MIL handed me a tube of ointment that works wonders for aching joints. All the stuff that I made fun of in the past are now part of my daily repertoire of rituals. Darn! But hey, they don’t smell bad