I've posted this before too, but I'll do it again. It was totally not funny at the time though. Last June we went on Kali River Rapids and I got totally soaked. I was wearing blue jean shorts and after walking around with wet shorts I got the rash, galded? thing between my thighs.
That night we had tickets to Enight at MK and I knew I'd be misserable walking around so I was trying to think of something to put over the now flamming red and burning welps that wouldn't come right off. We went back to the room for our midday break I got the bright idea to put moleskin on them. You know the stuff for foot blisters that comes in 4" square sheets and is sort of padded but has adhesive on one side. Well, I applied 4 whole sheets, two for each thigh. I tested it out by walking around the room a bit and I was able to walk without too much pain. I thought I was so smart for thinking of it.
Well, about an hour into Enight we'd walked so much that the moleskin started to roll and curl around the edges. When it did the sticky part was getting stuck on my capris and every step I took it was gathering the crotch of my capris up and causing the parts that were still stuck to my wounds to pull and hurt. I spent the next hour ducking behind buildings and bushes with my hand down my pants trying to fix it.
Finally, I gave up and found a bathroom and in the stall I pulled what was left of moleskin off. All my skin came off with it. No, not just the top layer of skin that was already welped, but deep. I sat on the toilet shaking and trying not to scream in pain. I returned to my group walking like I'd ridden Trigger all day. We walked into the "First Aid Station" at MK and the nurse said, "We get that a lot in the summer time." But they were out of whatever it was they usually give out for it, so they couldn't help. That was the end of Enight for me. I went back to the room, took a handful of Tylenol PM, stuck a clean tshirt between my legs and went to bed.
Luckily we had a sleep in day planned for the next day. While I took a shower, my friend who went with us went down to the gift shop at the BWV where we were staying to try to find first aid stuff. Now, I read the DIS and I had thought that I'd come prepared, but I had nothing in my bag for wounds the size of your hand.
Lynn, my friend, came back up to the room all proud of herself and said that she told the CM in the gift shop about it (having a good laugh too I suspect) and the CM told her she'd send up a medic. I didn't know the resorts had medics but I thought, cool. Lynn got in the shower, I sat on the bed dressed all except for shorts/pants waiting for the medic.
My granddaughter led him to the bedroom when he came. I was sitting there with my legs spread examining my wounds and I looked up and there stood the most gorgeous young man I have ever laid my eyes on. He had a little fanny pack and a little bitty one inch bandaid in his hand. All of a sudden I hear that sexy music that they always played in the porn flix my exhusband used to "make me" watch and my mind starts to wander a bit, playing the scene out.
All of a sudden I come to my senses and realize that he's looking at me in horror saying, "I don't have anything big enough for that!" He gave me a couple bandaids and was outta there faster than you could say spit. Come to find out, he wasn't a medic, he was a lifeguard.
I spent the rest of the vacation on a
scooter paranoid that every CM at the Boardwalk knew what I'd done.
