the indignity!

Last night, I noticed a slight burning in my, ahem, well, ...butt crack area. So I had Logan look at it, which was hilarity itself, having to put up with his -yes- wisecracks. He opined as it looked like diaper rash, and I should clean it with some Listerine (ouch!) and put some zinc oxide (baby butt rash medicine) on it. So I adjourned to fait ma toilette.

I got a baby wipe (We keep an ample supply chez nous, n'est-ce pas?) and liberally doused it with Listerine, which I proceeded to apply to mon fissure du cul (I hesitate to use "fente de bout", which is what I got for English to French at babelfish when I put in butt crack, but translates back into "slit of end" when I ask for French to English. I know, I know, it loses something in translation. I'll have to ask Fred, my weird French pen pal, how one says butt crack in French.)

And yes, it did sting. It smarted. My eyes watered. So I had a great idea -- I put a dab of Orajel® and some Campho-Phenique® along the "great divide" as well. Then, I slathered the zinc oxide on, for good measure. That ought to do the trick, I thought.

It does feel better today, but since I can't see it, I'll have to suffer through having Logan inspect the area again. I considered having him take a picture and posting that as well as this little story, but the indignity of it is just a bit much.