Back From The Dead With Dry Itchy Skin

When I finally saw Sally again there she stood, like a ghost in the doorway, scratching her dry itchy skin. I hadn't seen her since
she'd gotten sick and, even though I'd prepared myself or this moment, it was a shocking sight. This woman, who'd always been so
vain and careful about her appearance, was an emaciated mess.

Little wisps of hair were growing back on her bald scalp and she had scabs all over from scratching herself raw. Thank goodness I'd
anticipated the dry itchy skin. After a long, careful hug I couldn't wait to roll my bag into the spare bedroom. I wanted to unpack
the presents I'd brought for Sally, especially the anti-oxidant lotion. I wanted her to get some relief as quickly as possible.

When the trouble first started Sally blamed herself relentlessly. She'd been a smoker. She eaten processed foods. oblivious to the
preservatives, coloring, and whatever other chemicals were added. And the beauty creams and lotions. How generously she had applied them. At least four times a day. Especially the sunscreens, loaded with poisons. And the fragrances. She had bathed in oils and sprayed herself with perfumes. Now she knew that everything she'd ingested or applied went through her system. Now that it was too late.

But maybe it wasn't too late. She was determined to beat this thing and she wanted to change her ways. Nothing but organic, pure
products for her from now on. But first she needed relief from her dry itchy skin. How glad I was to have found these wonderful,
inexpensive goodies. They'd done wonders for me and now I'd flown all this way to help Sally.

When she complained of scratching I couldn't have imagined how bad it was. Now I could see it was unbearable. I immediately opened my suitcase and got to work. I gently began applying my magical lotion to her arms and could feel her muscles relax under my
touch. In minutes she stopped scratching.

She took the tube from me and held it lovingly. Throughout the afternoon, as we sat and caught up, she squeezed out some lotion and
put it wherever there was discomfort. The expression on her face changed from one of suffering to one of peace. She wanted to know
all about how I'd gotten myself looking so good. I described how I'd given up eating junk food, joined a gym, and finally found pure
anti-aging cream that got rid of my wrinkles and droops. She looked at her dry itchy skin and couldn't believe how smooth and moist
it was starting to look.

I was happy I'd taken the trip from California to New York to visit my wonderful childhood friend. Especially since I'd brought
something that made her feel better. It was nice to hear how proud she was of me for not caving in and going the Botox route She
applauded me for finally finding natural anti-aging cream that actually worked. We even managed to laughed about the new Botox
competitor that would soon be available, Reloxin. Sally wondered how many people would die from it.

That night was the first night in ages that Sally got good sleep, without scratching her dry itchy skin.