Today was a good day, even though it started out with fear and trembling. First of all, Murata-san (massage therapist) didn’t suspect me of slacking on the home-treatment front. Instead she said, with a slight frown on her lovely face as she surveyed my sandpaper skin, “the essential oils don’t seem to be working. I’ll give you something else.” (She also hinted, with a sigh, that my recalcitrant skin condition has something to do with my – and I quote – “foreign DNA” and I won’t argue with that. I’ve heard this explanation so many times since arriving in Japan that I’ve started to believe it.) And then she pulled out the big guns – a tube of special cream that she usually only uses at the Hilton salon for hypo-allergenic customers, and that she gave to me for free, with instructions to massage daily. When I got home, I googled the brand which I’d never heard of before. It seems that my little four-ounce tube is worth nearly 50 bucks. Hell, I’m not using it! I’m selling it! Sandpaper skin be damned.
I’ll try and get another tube next month. Any takers?