misadventures with moisturiser
Jan. 8th, 2020 10:08 pmContent notes: eyes, unfood.
This afternoon, I achieved washing my hair.
The big bottle of E45 in the bathroom, however, has run out, and I haven't yet managed to executive function swapping it round or refilling it or what-have-you. Instead, I wandered across the flat, with my glasses off (because I want to moisturise my face), in the dark (because my ability to navigate familiar spaces without glasses isn't really impacted by light levels), and sort of flailed around at the dispenser in the kitchen, which... is currently on the windowsill. At eye-level.
My first attempt to get it to disgorge its contents was Inadequate, so I gave the top a second and slightly more vigorous pump. In the dark. Without my glasses on. With the bottle at eye-level.
Which is obviously why a huge chunk of high-viscosity E45 splorted out at eye-height, and is how I ended up moisturising my left eyeball MORE THAN I EVER WANTED TO. (It's okay, it's the eye my brain basically refuses to accept input from anyway, What Could Possibly Go Wrong, etc).
I am a responsible adult and rinsed out my eye some, while checking the back of the bottle in the bathroom, which doesn't actually say what to do if you get it in your eyes but also the ingredients aren't completely horrific, so I thought that was probably good.
Just now -- ten o'clock; the hair-washing eye-moisturising incident was at five thirty -- Adam served up tiramisu for dessert and I got some bread started. On my way to sit back down and actually eat said dessert, I observed a small white dollop of Something that Obviously Resembled Dairy on the side, by the sink. Huh, I thought, didn't realise tiramisu had that kind of surface tension, but I don't think it's likely to be yoghurt so, because tiramisu is nice, I swiped it up with a finger and put it in my mouth--
-- AND THAT IS THE SECOND MUCOUS MEMBRANE OF THE DAY TO WHICH I SHOULD NOT HAVE APPLIED E45.
Alas, this is not a household that contains Proper Distilled Ethanol, but Adam does own Utility Vodka that he didn't mind me using as mouthwash. While my mouth no longer tastes actively of petrochemicals, I do appear to be finding How Soft Those Particular Bits Of My Lips Are... quite disconcerting, on a tragically ongoing basis.
Don't Be Like Me, Kids.
This afternoon, I achieved washing my hair.
The big bottle of E45 in the bathroom, however, has run out, and I haven't yet managed to executive function swapping it round or refilling it or what-have-you. Instead, I wandered across the flat, with my glasses off (because I want to moisturise my face), in the dark (because my ability to navigate familiar spaces without glasses isn't really impacted by light levels), and sort of flailed around at the dispenser in the kitchen, which... is currently on the windowsill. At eye-level.
My first attempt to get it to disgorge its contents was Inadequate, so I gave the top a second and slightly more vigorous pump. In the dark. Without my glasses on. With the bottle at eye-level.
Which is obviously why a huge chunk of high-viscosity E45 splorted out at eye-height, and is how I ended up moisturising my left eyeball MORE THAN I EVER WANTED TO. (It's okay, it's the eye my brain basically refuses to accept input from anyway, What Could Possibly Go Wrong, etc).
I am a responsible adult and rinsed out my eye some, while checking the back of the bottle in the bathroom, which doesn't actually say what to do if you get it in your eyes but also the ingredients aren't completely horrific, so I thought that was probably good.
Just now -- ten o'clock; the hair-washing eye-moisturising incident was at five thirty -- Adam served up tiramisu for dessert and I got some bread started. On my way to sit back down and actually eat said dessert, I observed a small white dollop of Something that Obviously Resembled Dairy on the side, by the sink. Huh, I thought, didn't realise tiramisu had that kind of surface tension, but I don't think it's likely to be yoghurt so, because tiramisu is nice, I swiped it up with a finger and put it in my mouth--
-- AND THAT IS THE SECOND MUCOUS MEMBRANE OF THE DAY TO WHICH I SHOULD NOT HAVE APPLIED E45.
Alas, this is not a household that contains Proper Distilled Ethanol, but Adam does own Utility Vodka that he didn't mind me using as mouthwash. While my mouth no longer tastes actively of petrochemicals, I do appear to be finding How Soft Those Particular Bits Of My Lips Are... quite disconcerting, on a tragically ongoing basis.
Don't Be Like Me, Kids.
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Date: 2020-01-08 10:23 pm (UTC)You've just made Huw hoot with laughter.
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Date: 2020-01-08 10:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2020-01-08 11:47 pm (UTC)I'm sorry, but oh my. What a comedy of errors.
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Date: 2020-01-09 03:00 pm (UTC)(A also laughed at me, A Lot, for Some Time.)
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Date: 2020-01-08 11:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2020-01-09 12:10 am (UTC)Did I ever tell you about the time that I dropped some chocolate and it broke? I picked up what I thought was a piece of chocolate and popped it into my mouth. IT WAS NOT CHOCOLATE. Have I bitched about how Tutti poop gets everywhere lately??
(And in case you were wondering, which I am totally sure you were, chinchilla poop has no taste. I still cleaned my mouth out with mouthwash for like 10 minutes. XD)
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Date: 2020-01-09 03:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2020-01-09 12:10 am (UTC)Hope your eye and lips/tongue are OK.
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Date: 2020-01-09 03:08 pm (UTC)Everything seems to be doing fine today. :)
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Date: 2020-01-09 12:22 am (UTC)…now I want tiramisu
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Date: 2020-01-09 03:10 pm (UTC)It is one of the foods A was pretty sure he Did Not Like and now Very Much Does, and I get antsy about Not Making Him An Birthday Cake, so he gets birthday tiramisu. :)
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Date: 2020-01-09 02:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-01-09 03:12 pm (UTC)It's fine as lube in many circumstances provided you're not trying to use e.g. latex-based barrier protection! It wasn't... BAD, as such, on the mucous membranes left entirely to their own devices? But my eyeball didn't appreciate it and NOR DID MY TASTEBUDS.
It's recommended for use as a cleansing agent if for whatever reason your delicate groinal mucous membranes can't handle other soaps, but I'm still a little alarmed at the entire concept of using it as lube, I think.
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Date: 2020-01-09 03:37 pm (UTC)Cetyl alcohol (& some of the other ingredients!) are soluble in ethanol but not in water. :)
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Date: 2020-01-09 04:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2020-01-09 07:21 am (UTC)Hope you are ok today.
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Date: 2020-01-09 03:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2020-01-09 03:13 pm (UTC)Obviously I wouldn't eat mysterious white substances in lab, but in the kitchen it's usually safe to do so...
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Date: 2020-01-09 09:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2020-01-09 05:30 pm (UTC)The result was that, more often than I care to admit, I'd wake up and notice a pint glass half full of a clear colourless liquid on the bedside table, and proceed on the assumption that it was a nice glass of water.
... G&T is at least human-digestible, I suppose, even if it is vile.
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Date: 2020-01-09 08:00 pm (UTC)I am DEEPLY AMUSED.
(Adam also considers G&T Not Food. The G part's fine; he really objects to the quinine.)
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