Key to my soul

I love to play silly application games on the web. These kinds where they ask stupid questions then at the end tell you something about yourself. And yes, I quite believe the things they say about me. It’s like I'm discovering new stuff about myself and learning more about my favorite person in the world (that’s me of course). So recently I did this ‘What’s The Key To Your Soul’ game on Facebook and the answer pretty much delighted me.

It read something like:
“You are a worker. Your hands tell people your "status"… You are an outstanding artist, which always shows your strength and emotions … With your hands you can change anything and … blah blah blah”

Us women have parts of our bodies that we feel are our best or strongest points. Each woman has parts she’d like to flaunt or show off because she feels it’s the most adorable part of her wholly adorable body. Like eyes, boobs, hips, legs, sometimes even toenails. I’m an attractive woman, with lots of gorgeous features, but after taking this quiz, I discovered that my hands are the key to my soul!
Awesome!

Except… recently, I don’t like to let anyone see my hands. My hands used to be very pretty. But of late, they have become quite fragile and every time I wash my clothes, utensils or do anything that involves using soap, they develop an infection or whatever this is.

Tiny itchy pimples appear and then shortly after they begin to burst and give off some clear liquid. Then they dry up and as they heal, some of the hard skin peels off. At first I thought I had leprosy, but then my fingers didn’t fall off and it didn’t spread to the rest of my body.

They are an ugly site so I don’t want anyone seeing my hands.

I’ve seen a medical practitioner and the cream they gave does work. So it gets better. But considering I still have to use soap while taking a bath every day and doing house chores, the cream is like a hankie in a hot field. It won’t shield you from the sun but it will come in handy for wiping the sweat. Now this is not a cry for help, far from it.

I’m excited about my hands being the key to my soul. So from now on, I’ll take proper care of my key. As soon as I can, I will see a dermatologist. I hope to get a permanent cure or at least a diagnosis of what ingredient in soap I should shun. But for now, I’ll not give up on this cream, it’s my straw in this drowning river, so I’ll clutch tight.

I’ll clean my hands and groom them. I’ll take this manicure thing more seriously. My hands will be well oiled at all times, nails well-trimmed and skillfully manicured.
Yeah, I resolve to make my hands a beautiful sight worth showing of and I’ll slyly caress them every now and then. Because my hands are the key to my soul!