I made it into my 50s without ever experiencing the overwhelming ickiness of poison ivy. It had been a while and I had completely forgotten how much it itches! I spent the last two weekends pulling weeds in our mulched baby woods, very carefully avoiding what I knew was a patch of poison ivy. Well, guess I wasn’t careful enough, because last week I started getting the little bumps and the infernal itching. And despite laundering everything that might possibly have come into contact with it, it keeps getting worse and worse…my inner thighs, between my fingers, my arms…even on my face (thank goodness those three patches don’t itch). Despite washing with Tecnu, drenching myself in rubbing alcohol, slathering myself with “itch relief gel” and popping rhus tox regularly, I am itching like crazy. I have bruises on my leg from trying to scratch everywhere except those pesky poison ivy bumps. ACK!!!!! I may have to run into the drugstore before work and resort to an antihistimine. I hate doing that, as I take so many prescription drugs and supplements, I worry about things interacting. Hmmmm….itch or interact? That is the question.
Happily married for a million years, Grammy, Mom and Mum-in-Law, kitties Sophie and Phoebe and best dog in the world Boo! Community theater actor and director, currently on sabbatical. Happy library volunteer and amateur (translated to lover of) photographing nature. Avid reader (via Kindle on my iPhone) of fiction. In love with Midcoast Maine.