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My Toes are Singing the Praises of Medaspor My Life 02 FEB 2012

It’s not often that I sing the praises of creams, mainly because I never use them (I’m not metrosexual like that), but this isn’t your normal skin cream I’m going to be talking about now, oh no, I’m talking about medicinal creams (which coincidentally I also almost never use).

Anyway, thanks to a nasty infection (looks like Athlete’s Foot to me) that I most likely caught from the gym’s shower area, the last three toes on my left foot have been looking (and smelling if truth be told) fairly “mingy” for quite a while now, with the skin being dry, flaky and blistered in places, making it prone to crack open at the joints of my toes, which as you can imagine, is not particularly pleasant when you, like me, tend to walk barefoot on grass quite a lot.

Normally I treat this sort of thing with Bactroban, though that is out of sheer ignorance and only because Chantelle once passed me a tube for a similar problem on the other foot. Unfortunately for me though, my (probably expired) little tube was pretty empty be the time I started treating my toes, and anyway, after the first application it didn’t really seem to be achieving much at all. So off I went to our local Gordon’s Bay pharmacist where I was informed that they didn’t have Bactroban currently in stock, but instead had a little tube of something called Supiroban, which they assured me would work just as well.

Which of course, if you picked up on my earlier observation regarding Bactroban, would be nothing.

I applied the Supiroban for about two weeks and apart from masking the damaged skin right after application, but only for a short period of time until it was fully absorbed, it didn’t seem to be actually working, leaving a slightly frustrated Craig with mingy toes in its wake.

Enter Chantelle, who suggested I give her little tube of Medaspor a shot, something she is currently using to control the rash that her wedding ring gives her after wearing it for lengthy periods of time.

Because wives are usually NOT to be argued with, I accepted the little tube of Medaspor, noted the description on the side of the tube reading “Topical Cream. Broad spectrum Antimycotic with Fungicidal Properties”, and applied it to my wriggling toes.

And then went to bed.

Waking up the next morning, I was amazed by the difference the cream has made after just a handful of hours of being on my toes – and the remarkable and noticed improvement continued over the next couple of days, meaning that I’m quite happy to stick with this one and am looking forward to the outcome after the recommended course length.

Medaspor.

Heh, nice.

Oh Noes, the attack of the Toes! Jessica 20 SEP 2011

Oh noes, little baby Jessie is under attack from Daddy’s noisy toes! Not that it seems to deter this little intrepid adventurer mind you, seeing as she keeps going back for more! :)

If you know the layout of our house, then you’ll notice that the coffee table is no longer in its usual spot. It has been consigned to a lonely corner in the lounge, opening up acres of prime real estate in terms of floor space, more than enough to throw a couple of soft and warm blankets down on top of.

And with this great new play space available to the spectacular team of Daddy and Jessica and the various squishy toys, you can be sure that I now spend 92.3% of my time here at home, flat on the floor amongst all the dust bunnies and cat fur that seems to come along with the territory! :)

(In case you were wondering, this was shot just after I had returned home from karate practice, hence the peculiar white pants, getting ready to give Jessie her night time bottle, and of course play with her enough (read tire her out) so that she’s ready for a good night’s sleep!)

At the Foot of the Bed My Life 15 DEC 2009

hand-massaging-footTechnically I received my very first pedicure on Sunday evening if you want to look at it that way.

Now I’m a barefoot kind of guys, always have been, always will be. That means I spend most of my time without shoes on, meaning that I’m the guy you see walking on the field barefoot or strolling around a mall without any foot gear on. Of course, despite all the freedom this affords me, it does kind of have one little drawback, much to Chantelle’s chagrin: hard, cracked heels due to exposure to hot tar, rough surfaces and the sun.

Now I really don’t mind them at all, hell I don’t even know about them for the most part, but unfortunately it turns out that this bugs the crap out of Chantelle every time she sees my feet, and because it annoys her that my unsupervised heels are forever laddering anything stitched together, she made it her personal mission to take care of my hardened fellas when I least expected it.

Which is why, after having been lulled into a nice sense of security with a much-needed haircut performed by boobies in front of me and Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker in Rush Hour 3 on the TV in the background, I suddenly found myself ushered to the bedroom and plonked down on my stomach on the bed. A comic book was shoved into my hands and the next thing I knew, Chantelle had grabbed hold of one of my feet and began brutally scrubbing it down with some sort of sandpaper torture device.

Of course, my senses completely overwhelmed by the awesomeness of said comic book in my hands, she managed to complete the first foot, from heel to toe and was happily working away at my second foot before I could even think about protesting.

Then, the next thing I knew, my feet were then unceremoniously slathered with some sort of medieval, gritty concoction, generously massaged, and then plonked down in a bucket of water to be rinsed off. More cream and before I could even think of jumping up to escape, out came the toenail clippers and scraper to deal with my unruly feet digits.

My goodness, my poor feet didn’t know what hit them and now I don’t even know if I recognise them any more. But Chantelle had fun, I enjoyed the comic book, so no harm no foul I guess! :)