Some of you long timers may recall my telling this story before.
I was there with my dgd8, and a friend/coworker. It was my first DVC trip and we were staying at BWV. We had gone to AK that day, of course, and I made the mistake of wearing blue jeans shorts on Kali and got soaked. Denim shorts don't dry out very fast, even in sunny hot AK. By the time we left AK the insides of my thighs were very badly chaffed. I had to walk stradled legged chaffed.
To make things worse, we had tickets for (I can't remember what it was called; it was EMH but you had to pay to go) at MK for that night. After AK we went back to BWV to rest up and get ready for the EMH thing and I spent the whole time trying to come up with some way that I could go and not have to walk like I'd been riding a horse for a week straight. Bandaids weren't big enough, there wasn't enough lotion or potions in the room to make it go away. Then I came up with a brilliant idea! Moleskin! If it works wonders for blisters, and chaffing is a lot like blisters....... Well, I took a whole sheet, what about 2 1/2" x 4" moleskin pad and stuck one to the left side over the chaffing and one over the right side. It worked! I could walk normal!
We go on to MK and everything is going pretty good. At some point I started feeling a little tugging on, how can I say this?, my hair down there.

I went to the bathroom there by Peco Bills so see what condition my condition was in. That moleskin had started getting all rolled up on the edges and had adheared itself to, well, you know.

I didn't know what else to do so I pulled it off. I did it fast and once off I realized that it took all the flesh off with it. I swear, it was gross. The inside of my thighs where I had chaffing was now raw meat.
I came out of the bathroom and my friend said I was white as a ghost in Haunted Mansion. I told them to stay, the have to pay for EMH hadn't even started yet, and I was going to head back to BWI. They quickly agreed I think mainly because they didn't want to be seen with me the way I was walking.
I made it back to BWI. Yes, it hurt. I was in pain and exhausted so I went straight to bed. Stuck the sheets between my legs so my thighs couldn't touch and was asleep by the time df & dgd got back.
The next morning of course we had a day planned for Epcot but since we/they had done EMH that you have to pay for the previous night we weren't planning on an early start. We ordered room service breakfast and then I sent my friend down to the little gift shop to see if they had anything better than what I had in the way of first aid supplies. She came back up empty handed and was all proud of herself saying that she'd told the gift shop CM what happened and she said they have a first aid/medic person on staff and would send one to our room. I've been on the disboards a long time and never heard of this but, hey, great, maybe they'll have something to put on the fire red raw meat that were now my thighs.
I had a nightgown on and of course had to sit with my legs kinda spread to keep my thighs from toughing. I was in the bedroom and heard someone knock on the door in the living room area. The next thing I know is there is a georgeous hunk of young man standing at the bedroom door with a little bandaid in his hand. I swear I could hear porn music playing and I sat there all spraddle legged. When I finally come to my senses I just look at him and that little bandaid and say, that's not gonna do it. He sees my thighs, turns red and says no and I swear, ran, out of the room! They sent a lifeguard up there! OMG, I was soooo embarrased.
To make this long painful story shorter, I ended up getting some gauze that didn't work too well because it kept falling down my leg. I rented a
scooter at Epcot and went to thier first aid place and they had these sleeve like netting that was great b/c it held the gauze in place. I still had to rent a scooter at every park for the rest of the trip. And I definately didn't go anywhere near the pool so I wouldn't run into that lifeguard again.
Moral of the story: Moleskin is for your feet, not chaffed thighs.
