My hands. My poor brittle hands. They're dying a slow death. The weather, the wind, the daily washings. It's a hard life for my hands. Wednesdays are especially hard on the hands. At the shelter I wash them even more. They're cracked and bleeding.
It seems I have spent a lifetime looking for a miracle hand cream. I've found a few good ones along the way. But by far, the best I have found, by recommendation of a fellow mother and shelter worker, is the Body's Shop's Hemp Hand Protector. I started using it in the fall.
It. Really. Is. Amazing.
After using it for a day or two, it literally felt like I had grown a new healthy layer of skin on my hands. They were transformed from dry, cracked and bleeding hands to the soft skin of a baby's bottom.
I ran out a few weeks ago. Which is why I am back to bleeding knuckles. But after I put Stinx to bed tonight, and gave Dad the monitor, I drove quickly to the mall and bought another tube. I will not, can not, live without this precious hand lotion.
2 comments:
I get cracked and bleeding hands sometimes too. Particularly when someone in my house is sick and I'm washing them more.
I'm going to have to try that stuff.
My hands are dry... I havent been using my hand salve. Perhaps when I've moved back to the homeland (where my whole body will dry out) I will also try out this hemp cream. (I trust Hemp)
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