Originally Posted by
Vikz09
For those that have suffered from recommendation, my apologies. I knew there were side-effects and should have warned all with a disclaimer. I to have struggled to escape the horrid grip that gold bond has had on me. Thankfully, I have been off the line in training which has helped with the transition from sweaty balls and the constant need of god's creation.
The real problem will be when I have to transition back to the right seat of the MD88. This will no doubt test my resolve. Perhaps, a support group may be in order. My last attempt will be to approach flight ops and ask to transition to the 7er or airbus due to the nature of my serious condition.
I understand that will only solve the "not so fresh feeling" The bigger challenge lies ahead with how to overcome that tingling sensation? I am not sure if it was a gift from god, or a curse. Never-the-less it's a sensation I will struggle to overcome, for sure!
Recommendations:
First, I tried to cut it with baking soda thinking that I would try and trick the boys. They quickly saw through my scheme. In protest they made the day more uncomfortable and itchy... I suppose it was a retaliation move on their part.
Next I tried to swipe some of the kids baby powder thinking the wife would not recognize. Damn, I was wrong, she measures that better than her cooking ingredients. She confronted me, without hesitation I broke into a apology and made up a story that I used it on my arm pits. O' the humility that I lied about a white powder substance. Besides, it leaves a unmistakable residue in the boxer/briefs where as gold bond seems to melt away, somehow knowing that you are trying to hide the use from your significant other (now that we have to include ALL couples) or even our brothers in NRT who use the laundry Asian laundry services.
I will try a multi-prong approach looking for support from my aviation brothers (I hope not sisters...that would be just disgusting) as well as my personal resolve to handle this situation.
In closing all recommendations are welcome to get this Pandora back in the box...or least manageable where it does not control my life with applications in hidden spaces.
Disclaimer: I never flew a Douglas product.
I came back to the cockpit after a break and my predecessor had such a bad case of swamp a$$ that it actually got me wet. Not damp...wet.
I liberally laid down a nest of paper towels to soak up the excess. It is poor form to be the flying pilot and not be in the seat. I sat back down on my nest.
After the second break, I rebuilt a nest in front of the offender and plunked my butt back down. The multilayer of paper towels were doing their job this time and I was staying dry.
I think Douglas products ruin people's anatomy and there should be fences to keep them off Boeings. Or another solution could be to mandate that all Douglas pilots be issued oops I crapped my pants diapers to absorb their excessive a$$- liquid production.
The 12 step program isn't enough to allow every former Douglas pilot to be reintegrated into general population.