So every morning I would take a bath, and then Mom would put the cream on my chest, stomach, legs, back and bottom. She spent a great deal of time putting it on my behind – it was like having it creamed for my diaper when I was a toddler.
Mom did all this in her bedroom. She sat on the bed while I stood in front of her, completely naked. Every day she would comment about how much worse it could have been because I hid the rash from her, and that I should have known better than to go into a dirty pool.
She kept emphasising that I must never do anything like this again, and never hide any medical condition from her. I kept answering ‘OK’ in a very unenthusiastic manner, just to get her to stop talking about it. For my own part, I was glad to see that the tube of cream was getting close to empty, so I figured it wouldn’t be long before all this was over.