I've been neglecting my armpit.
With the literal rash of other areas to tend to, the significance of one darker pit did not sink in until last night. The painful stab that comes and goes often originates in the right pit. Here's the blunt truth: though I deodorize the pits every morning, I have not moisturized them. Ah, there's the rub.
Dryness and radiation do not a happy pit make. In fact, I would call them two of "the thousand natural shocks/that Flesh is heir to." With the application of Cetaphil moisturizing cream instead of Crystal Essence natural deodorant I may "sweat under a weary life today." Hopefully, no one will notice. Except maybe Shakespeare as he turns in his grave.
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