Now I Remember Why I Hate Yardwork
It's been about 6 years since I've had a case of poison ivy and I had forgotten how not pleasant it is. Last week, after an hour or so out in the yard...weed whacking in shorts and a t-shirt...I discovered that Mother Nature decided to get even for me chopping up her precious vegetation. Little dots of plant poison started creeping up on my arms and legs and crept...and crept some more. THANKFULLY, only on areas that were not covered. It could be worse...the last time I had it...I was outside without a shirt too and I had poison coverage everywhere that wasn't covered by shorts (which still could have been one step worse when you consider it).
I just want to scratch and scratch and scratch like a dog infested with fleas...but I can't. I'll just sit here and suffer in silence.
I just want to scratch and scratch and scratch like a dog infested with fleas...but I can't. I'll just sit here and suffer in silence.
posted by Jeff - WeinerToons at 8:20 AM
1 Comments:
I feel for you my friend. As a kid, I always got poison something or other. If it wasn't ivy, it was oak or sumac. Even in the winter, I would get it hugging my dogs after they trampled through the woods. I've tried all remedies. The best thing is to get a cream with a strong amount of hydrocortisone in it. Once I had it given to me in the hospital, intravenously. That was the best! Good luck and stay away from me.
-Kristen
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