I’ve held a stash of Band-aids in my backpack for as extensive as I can remember. Not so much for cuts and scrapes, but somewhat for my eczema, a continual, inflammatory affliction that plagues my hands and fingers with dry, itchy patches of skin.
On the greatest days, my hands are just a tad dry nothing a bit of lotion just can’t take care of. But the worst days bring a firestorm of vigorous itching, where I’ll scratch and scratch until eventually my skin oozes and bleeds.
So I turn to the adhesive bandages, mostly to conceal my hands, when