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Remedy for sensitive, pierced earlobes


My ears are sensitive.
If you have read my other posts, you know this by now, however, instead of talking about sound, I'd like to share with you about skin irritation coming from pierced earlobes.
I have triple- pierced ears. Two sets are particularly sensitive to even surgical steel, so I tried coating the earring posts in Neosporin, an antibiotic ointment. I found that my ears don't hurt and turn red, nor do they weep. 
Even silver and gold don't irritate. 
If you have super sensitive skin, at least on your earlobes, you may want to try coating the backs of your earrings.
I hope you have had a blessed Christmas season and wish you a happy, healthy 2017.
God bless you.

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