I have faced the spiders. I have been marked as the community blood bank for the local mosquitoes. I thought I had been attacked by chiggers but it was not animal, it was vegetable, it was poison ivy. Poison ivy covered my limbs. In the last week the contact dermatitis appeared to be clearing up and I was on the road to recovery. A bottle of Caladryl and half a tube of hydrocortisone later I welcomed the cooler weather of the fall season. The nasty things that make you itch and bite you can’t live in the cold, so I was confident I was going to go into the fall solstice, if not victorious, but battle wounded yet still standing. I quickly realized that the powers of all things scratch and itchy were not going to go softly into that goodnight.
This morning I got up and my tummy was itchy. As my husband will confirm, I have an odd, Al Bundy type obsession with scratching my stomach. Something about a cup of coffee in one hand and my other hand under my shirt scratching back and forth – it’s quite Zen-like and I highly recommend it. This morning was not so much Zen-like however. This morning was more irritating and truly itchy. I wrote it off. I went about my day and was taking a little break on the couch when I noticed some small red bumps behind my leg; again, a little irritating and a little itchy. I refused to admit it was real. I mean, the poison ivy is clearing up – these itchy bumps have to be a figment of my imagination.
Apparently my imagination is more vivid and real than I had ever imagined because after I got out of the shower this afternoon I noticed those little red itchy bumps on my arms, tummy and legs. I have no idea what it is, but I am confident it’s going to require another bottle of Caladryl.
Will someone please put me in a plastic bubble?
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