Sixerman, it is so unlike you to have spelling mistakes in your posts, which leads me to suppose you were wearing that damn thing at the time. Could you have been at the torture stage at the time by any chance?. I have visions of you hopping around, hitting an occasional word on the keyboard, then off for another little hop and back again and I can understand exactly how it would feel, as the proud owner of a Jes-extender. It, is a superb piece of engineering, as I have said here before, though I am one of the small minority, they say, who finds it difficult, at first, to wear with comfort. I have a special folder in my mailbox for all my correspondence to Denmark regarding this issue, it’s contents are nearly as long as Hamlet. It was expensive, but the mahogany box is to die for, it is one of the few things that I polish regularly, you could see your reflection in it, would that it was yours though and not mine!
Twelve hours per day, only, to obtain the maximum results, sounds so plausible and so easy, well in three years, I was determined at some stage, to hit that target, should it kill me and I did make it, twice, I remember both of them well. Twelve hours can seem such a long time, even when split into sessions, then it was a case of, get this thing off me, Fucking Hell Fire, Phew! Sorry for the language, but this was pretty much my vocabulary at the time and to think I paid for this priviledge, never mind all the additional comfort contraptions which I merrily went through like there was no tomorrow, the last one being the black strap thingy at about $100, only. At last, they had invented just the thing for me, boy I couldn’t wait for it to arrive and to get it on. Success at last, for an hour, then the niggling little pangs of irritation, then the sky fell in, could I get it off, I tugged and pulled, and in desperation ran for the scissors, but they wouldn’t squeeze in, so it was a scalpel operation, hair raising I can tell you, but the sensation of freedom was unbelievable. Of course the strap itself was totally fucked.
Then there were my own attempted solutions, God I can be so inventive when I set my mind to it, not that I ever did hit on the perfect solution, but it wasn’t for the want of trying. I looked at padding possibilities, cotton swabs, sticky plasters, with or without cotton swabs, cohesive elastic bandage, gauze wadding, with or without emulsion for burns, packaging foam chips in various shapes and colours, household gloves, even condoms, all in the end, proved ultimately useless. I looked then at skin emulsion possibilities and raided the medicine cupboard for every remedy for skin irritation which it contained, there were topical cremes for eczema, for inflammation, even for piles, (not my own you understand), both western and Chinese. It seemed that we were a bit short on remedies in this department, so I extended the range a little, with calamine lotion, hypercal creme, pure aloe vera gel, msm cream, Vaseline lotion, E45 cream, Sudocrem, Devil’s Claw creme, Spa lotion, and there were others I can assure you. I have kept most of them for posterity, but if anyone should ever clear out my house in the event of my untimely death, heaven knows what skin ailments they will think I had.
Still I persevered, determined as always and success was almost within my grasp, with the most obvious thing of all, how could I have overlooked bubble wrap.- trussed up like something from a space exploration programme, it was blissful at first, rather like a mini sauna, but alas, it couldn’t make the 11 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds, which was my goal.
As you can imagine, I had run out or options and I hang my head in shame as I admit now, roussie was finally defeated. My very own Jes-extender is, as we speak, safely tucked away in just the cutest little mahogany box, harvested no less, as part of routine forestry maintenance, which makes me feel all the better, for having it.
I am not in conclusion, expecting any foreseeable gains. I do of course, wish you success, but I must say, rather you than me.:buttrock: