No idea when the chronic onset of sweaty palms first burst forth
upon thy totally tubular handsome grooves that criss cross the flat
skin surface of my hands. These lines called 'palmar flexion creases'
develop before birth. This modern day bipedal hominid i.e. human
primate attests (like the average person) two main lines across the
palm but some have a single 'Simian crease'. Profuse outpouring of
perspiration (as if Biblical Flood gates opened) oft times directly
related to adrenaline coursing through every pore sans the under
side of my hands) reflexively followed by swiping said clamminess
(in vein) on clothing or woolen pocket size cloth brought along
with me everywhere I go (cuz a lamb might not part ways
mother Mary (of story book fame), and this chap would shear
lee feel sheepish toting extremely cumbersome to tote in the event
this intimation predicated on decades worth of experience, when
in the throes potential such ordinary action strongly shaking,
grasping or holding hands took place occurred sopping wet
clangorous human clapper (which frenzied trickling akin
to a vicious feedback loop), my psyche feels under staccato
rat-a-tat siege from an enemy), the natural inclination
to withdraw myself from bad company of others helps
stave of self-consciousness. This avoidance of socialization
subsequently impedes any promotion of a hankering viz
genuine friendship, employment and desiring carefree
bona fide affectionate bonding with family of origin and/or
thy two precious progeny. Understandable per the human reaction
to shrink away and recoil quickly when pressed to touch
what feels like a wet noodle. Ah…courtesy of Google
I now know sweaty palms sports a dignified name known as palmar
hyperhidrosis. Here all along (meaning the major of my LVIII
chronological hash tag) this plague constitutes a bona fide medical
condition. Also reassuring to realize, this generic guy need not
count himself alone in the sopping wet wilderness re: this plague.
Such problematic health condition impacts, comprises, and affects
one to two percent of the world’s population. One Doctor
Demento Riesfeld purportedly makes hand over fist income handsome
income. Will power alone seems a dauntlessly futile endeavor
to rid oneself of this disruptive condition. Try as one might
put a lockdown on the propensity for sweat glands (synony
mous with the term eccrine) are pack within sub surfaces of
hands, forehead and feet. As linkedin to the sympathetic
nervous system, the body electric under stress activates
said glands. Profuse moisture dripping like a faulty faucet
severely affected everyday activities of my existence since
a young adult. Frustration to complete a simple task such
as opening a doorknob, using the laptop, and even writing
concomitantly associated with droplets of water soiling
green sleeves to appear near saturated. Without fail inter
personal ambitions hi-jacked when wet as a dishrag hands
found me disinclined to experience social rejection. Though
sprung from overactive predisposition to anxiety,
these secretory organs get exacerbated with the honorable privilege of
being gifted with panic attacks, offers little consolation.
- Author: klot56t67gy87 ( Offline)
- Published: February 23rd, 2017 16:44
- Comment from author about the poem: noah idea if there might be an ark nemesis rotten as goth em to find incessant annoyance with sweaty palms, which decreased from a roaring Niagara Falls volume prior to resorting to medication, now tis boot a trickling stream.
- Category: Sad
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