The whole chronic pain wrist thing has been going just swimmingly. (I'm sure there will be great rantings in future months, I'm having Doctor Issues.) One of the better treatments for it is an NSAID patch; you stick it to your skin and anti-inflammatories soak in RIGHT THERE without bothering the rest of your system.
You may have noticed, however, that wrists are kinda bendy. Flexible. Like a little miracle, really, if you watch it under real-time X-ray. Which is really cool, and useful, but keeping pain patches stuck to them is a tad iffy. Enter the self-stick medical adhesive tape. Stick on a patch, wrap the tape around, and you're good to go. Works a treat.
The one minor drawback, more a mild irritation really, is that there seems to be some strange portion of humanity who thinks that any bandage on a wrist means that person tried to slit their veins. (Because, as we know, there are no wrist injuries in the multiverse other than self-inflicted.) (Okay, yes, you could say this one is sorta self-inflicted, but I inflicted it with a motorcycle, not quite the same thing.) The husbeast has been along on some of these encounters, and is mostly annoyed with a dash of boggled. We've both been dealing with the nonsense for fifteen years, but intensively for the last four since I started wearing the pain patches a lot.
This is all just a setup so you get the joke. Really.
The husbeast was at the local farm store a couple weeks ago, and in the horsies aisle he found rolls of self-stick medical adhesive, meant for horse's legs. They were printed with different patters. I'm always buying the stuff, so he picked up two bags; one of pink and black zebra stripes, and one in standard camo. He came home and presented them to me. I looked at the patterns and said "The camo's to hide the bandage and keep people from noticing, isn't it." He laughed. Because of course it was.
(But it makes me smile.)