Today, I officially do not care if weeds grow on our property or not. Nor will I care tomorrow, or the next tomorrow, etc.
I got up bright and early Sunday with a plan to clean out some brush near Sweet Baboo’s garden. I wanted to get an early start because I don’t work well in the heat.
So I pulled and cut and piled and
sweatted sweated perspired my little heart out. It looks magnificent, I must say. After about an hour, I stopped, poured a cup of coffee, took a shower and sat on the deck reading and patting myself on the back for a job well done. Not once did I feel the tell-tale tingles that precede a breakout.
Now, I’ve had poison ivy just about every summer since I was a kid. I know what it looks like. I swear, I didn’t see anything that looked like it. I’m wondering if since I’m so allergic to Poison Ivy that I might be allergic to something else somewhat like it. Any which way — my face is covered with it — from wiping my arms across my face to get rid of the sweat. And my arms are covered — and my legs are covered — you get the idea. I’m so miserable that instead of sleeping, I’m sewing and blogging. Our waterbed is too warm. Every time I lay down, the heat starts up the itching again. Benadryl is supposed to stop the itch, but I can’t be sure that it does because whenever I take it, my legs start up with Restless Leg Syndrome. Not at all pleasant. My face is very swollen and weeping — right now, ice is about the only thing that stops the itch.
Staying home tomorrow is not an option, because we are already one girl short. The only saving grace right now is that the doc I work for is going to give me an RX for Prednisone. I can’t wait to get to work tomorrow!!