Posted by: Brenda Kula | October 26, 2008
Walking around outside looking at plants distracts me from the seemingly ceaseless itching that seems to have consumed me. I try and remember what it was like before I was this mass of angry, red blisters turned into leather patches. I swear it’s spreading. It’s been a week now since I was exposed.
Someone, give me some kind of timeline here. A consolation prize of some sort. Tell me I will someday look back on this and laugh.
I’m taking 10 mg. of Prednisone per day that I had left over from the bronchitis that lasted months. Robert is doing the best he can using very low odor paint while working on my house. I’m grateful for that.
Remember the Psycho scream behind the shower curtain? I may go into the garage and practice it. Just for the hell of it.
I know it wasn’t the thing I probably should have resorted to. But in the wee hours of the morning I sleepily dabbed rubbing alcohol into the redness, trying to get relief. Then this morning when I showered I made a paste of Aveeno and rubbed it into the afflicted areas of my body.
I have often gotten a good laugh at Aunt Debbi over at Aunt Debbi’s Garden. When she’s tearing her hair out over one of her boy “monkeys” (as she fondly refers to them) getting into mischief. At times she’s written at the bottom of a post, “Help me. Someone please help me.”I chuckle over her finding a dirty boy sock at the top of the ceiling fan. Or some other little escapade only a young boy can think up.
Now I know how she feels. I think I know the depth of her desperation. My only “monkeys” now are of the four-legged variety. But there’s a red, itching one crawling scarily close to my groin area. Oh-my-God…
Poison ivy??? Poison oak??? I don’t even know the name of this ruthless monster. But he looks like this…
Imagine this unrelenting creature underneath your breasts. Crawling down your body, across your hips and down your legs. Taunting you.
I console myself by strolling around outside, looking at pretty things. Imagining my house transformed from the flooded miasma it was months ago due to a plumbing disaster to a real home again. We are almost there. I am no longer embarrassed for a neighbor to walk in the door.
Oh heavens, there are far worse things. I keep reminding myself of all the people I know who are in some form of suffering, or at the end of their lives. And I know this is nothing.
A mere bump in the proverbial road.
Nola said she fears it so that after talking to me on the phone she wipes it clean with disinfectant. I don’t think it has the power to transcend phone lines. But then, a week ago I couldn’t have seen myself wandering the house looking minutely at every possible surface that could be transferring this rash and transporting me into this hellish itching mess either.
Last night I took the dogs into my new big shower with me and scrubbed them down with prescription shampoo I had in the cabinet for them. Just in case they were transferring it back to me somehow from my holding them. They slunk about the shower floor as though they were being mercilessly punished for a deed they could not remember. Trying to escape mama’s shampooing them and hosing them back off. When I toweled them off and set them free they ran about the house like yapping heathens. Nipping at one another, barking, running with abandon.
Cruel mama.
A mama that today is wearing a thin house dress and flip flops I found at the back of the closet that I KNOW were not touched by me in the past week and somehow affected. Who will not let any other clothing touch her body today. And who is still pondering that horrendous scream in the darkness of the garage. Wondering if it might have healing properties I have not otherwise considered yet.
Posted in Gardening & Nature, Pets | Tags: gardening, Pets, poison ivy
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By: Violet on October 26, 2008
at 4:21 pm
Oh, I hope it goes away soon!
Blessings,
Lorilee
By: Lorilee on October 26, 2008
at 4:58 pm
By: deb on October 26, 2008
at 5:27 pm
By: nola on October 26, 2008
at 5:59 pm
*hugs to you*
By: Alexandra Hurley on October 26, 2008
at 6:26 pm
By: TinaTx on October 26, 2008
at 6:59 pm
Thanks for stopping bye, I’m glad you liked the Elk. They were so much fun to watch.
By: Judy on October 26, 2008
at 7:59 pm
Try Benadryl my daughter has many allergies and she occasionally will need this stuff, liquid would be better its faster in your blood stream, and the bonus is you get a nap out of it!!
You poor girl I am so sorry for you.
Diane
By: Diane ( Crafty Passions) on October 26, 2008
at 8:42 pm
I also like Tina’s idea…maybe some Benadryl will help you sleep through it. Can’t believe I just said that but you sound very miserable.
By: Stacey on October 26, 2008
at 9:09 pm
By: Racquel on October 26, 2008
at 9:51 pm
Good luck–hope it get better soon!!
By: Linda at Meadowview Thymes on October 27, 2008
at 12:14 am
I just have to say that I love the cover on that chair, gorgeous
I really hope it goes soon, like how long does this monster last??
Sarah
By: abeachcottage on October 27, 2008
at 12:57 am
I’ve never had poison ivy, but we got eaten alive by itch mites last summer. DH ended up with one of the bites getting abscessed and he got very sick. He was off work for three weeks. It was awful, and involved doctors and the emergency room, lancing and antibiotics. Even the non-infected bites itched for a couple of weeks, and we were covered with them all over our bodies. They got inside our clothes and we had bites in the most awful places where it’s not ‘polite’ to scratch! My husband counted over 20 of them on my upper back alone as he was slathering me with benadryl ointment. There were times I thought I was going to lose my mind from the itching. I can somewhat relate to what you must be going through, and you have my complete empathy.
Maybe a doctor visit is in order? I sure hope you are on the mend soon!
By: linda on October 27, 2008
at 1:08 am
By: Jill on October 27, 2008
at 1:23 am
Poor thing…. I don’t blame you scrub those puppies…..
Go…Go…. to the doctor
Linda
By: Linda’s Blue gate on October 27, 2008
at 1:29 am
By: suzy on October 27, 2008
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By: tina on October 27, 2008
at 3:56 am
I know my sister gets this if anything in growing within a 100 yards of her, she doesn’t even have to touch it.
I suggest a benadryl induced coma and seeking medical attention. Now! Run…don’t walk.
Get some relief, woman.
On a different note, don’t you just love the feel of a freshly shampooed dog. My girls are so fluffy and soft after they are bathed. And yes, they run around like idiots until they are dry. One rubs her back against the front of the couch until she feel dry again. Weird dog.
On still another note, I love your tribute to Stonehenge…the stacked rock statue. Great picture.
Yes… I am trying to distract you.
Cause I know you hurt….and I feel bad for you.
By: Okie Sister on October 27, 2008
at 11:46 am
I hope you’re feeling better soon. It sounds like you’re doing all the right things.
Diane
By: Diane Knott on October 27, 2008
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By: Alisa on October 27, 2008
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By: nikkipolani on October 27, 2008
at 4:22 pm
I was hoping your poison ivy would be going away by now.
Since I’m an almost daily user of prednisone let me give you a few of the good aspects.
1. You won’t need Botox cause your face gets puffy.
2. It keeps you from sleeping so you can blog freely 24 hours a day.
3. It increases you appetite so you don’t need to worry about keeping leftovers.
See, there is always good in everything. LOL
Gretchen
By: Gretchen on October 28, 2008
at 12:45 pm