I remember having a rash as a child. Pre-school age. My mother stuffed one of her nylon stockings with oatmeal and put it in the bathtub with me and hot water. I remember the silky texture of the water as the oats softened. I remember the nutty smell of the steam, a smell I would later in life associate with jism. I still like oatmeal. It's the one sure thing always in my kitchen cabinet. After the bath, my mother dabbed my pink spots with calamine lotion. I can almost remember the smell of calamine, remember liking it, can still see and feel the grainy, pastel pink cream drying on my skin, haven't smelled it for decades now.