I used to be a man's man when it came to sticking my hands into any solvent,
detergent or chemical compound that modern science could create.  TSP?  Hell,
I would bathe in it.  Once, in a pinch, I got my hands sparkling clean with
Comet cleanser, although, they looked like alligator skin for a week
afterwards.  Lacquer thinner, enamel reducer, mineral spirits, MEK, kerosene,
gasoline, denatured alcohol, chlorine bleach, Goop, GoJo and anything else
alkaline, acidic or petroleum were all fair game to me.  But, now, sad to
say, I find myself looking for the ultimately flexible and tough pair of
gloves.

The physicians say I am suffering from dishotic exzema.  I think it might
have been an extended relationship with Castrol Superclean that drove the
final nail into my dermatological coffin.  As with any chronic malady, with
care I can make it go away but, I damn well better not even wash the pots for
my Sweetheart or I will be right back to where I was.  So, all you hale and
hearty souls or there, take care because your self abuse can catch up with
you.

One of the best ways I found to clean my grubby hands used to be to wash a
load of dishes by hand.

George