So there I was, with bleeding scratches all over my hands, chasing my stupid dog. I caught her when she stopped in an alcove to sniff another dog behind a fence, and she couldn't get past me this time. But for the rest of the day I was nursing scratched up hands. I even had to pull out a few thorns. My husband and I ran errands all day, and I began to become very paranoid about my open wounds! They weren't bleeding, and I didn't want bandages covering my hands, so I didn't put on any bandaids. But I kept thinking about my neighbor who has a staff infection, and I kept thinking about things like flesh eating bacteria. Needless to say, I was washing my hands a lot and using sanitizer all day.
But then I remembered something my grandparents swore by, that I had seen at the dollar store. I bought the $1 no name brand, but it is a liquid bandaid. I have to say that I think I"m going to buy the name brand! This stuff is great! It stays on better than a bandaid. It is clear, so no one sees it. And it nicely sealed up all the openings where germs might have gotten in.
Just by way of memory lane, here are some things in my grandparents' medicine cabinet that they swore by:
Wormwood tea= I think I actually read that this is poisonous, but it does cure diarrhea.
Golden Seal Root Powder= This is VERY good for you. It can heal a canker sore in your mouth overnight. But it's probably the nastiest tasting stuff known to man.
Pink Medicine= My grandparents sold "Raleigh" brand drug store items, and this was their equivalent of "Pepto Bismol". I don't even think "pink medicine" was the name, but that's what we all called it. :)
New Skin= I believe this was the brand name of the liquid bandage they used. It came in a container like a fingernail polish bottle, with a brush. Pretty good stuff.
But I confess that I am a bit of a germ-o-phobe. If I'm in the store, and someone sneezes or coughs, I either turn the other way, or hold my breath until I'm past them. Does that mean I'm crazy phobic? And I'm still being really cautious about any open wounds. Time will tell if my phobic ways do any good!