Can you believe I have poison ivy? In the winter? Most people think the noxious plant goes dormant during the winter. Nope. Just because the leaves fall off doesn’t mean the oils on it aren’t still active. My dear ole’ tomcat has been out rat tracking (that’s his job, after all) and apparently went through some PI. Then he comes in, wants in my lap and BAMB, my exposed wrist now has the oils on it. Didn’t notice anything until the next day. Ugh. Too late to just wash it off at that point.
So I go to Houston with the nasty stuff. Managed to keep it under control while there, but once home it explodes on me. Worse case I’ve ever had. Stupid stuff went up my arm then down my torso. I won’t go into the gory details, but TWO trips to the doctor, a shot plus steroids and I’m finally on the mend. Whew!
The worst part? The meds (plus all the itching) have me in a state of depression. Which has affected my writing. And in a writer’s life, that’s the worst thing that can happen.
If you have a great remedy for my current state of mind, please let me know. Hmm. Maybe some Rocky Road ice cream, or better yet, chocolate. Food. Yeah, that’s the ticket! 🙂