I also don’t know why the web sites have to mix metric and standard like that.
I’ve been sleeping in pajama-type things, with arms and legs on them. Very weird. Usually I just wear boxers. But I’m a walking toxic chemical spill and it’s to keep from infecting my dearly beloved. As is taking two showers a day, and tossing everything that touches my horribly diseased body into the washing machine. And applying a smorgasbord of stinky lotions. So far, done all right. In fact, it’s getting better, and she never really got a rash from me. Much.
Getting better enough I went back to the gym today. I don’t go because I’m Stud McMuffin. I’m not even Dash Riplock. I go because the other guys that go will give me a ration of shit if I don’t. Last week I begged off, not really wanting to place my red and oozing arms and legs on the benches. Once I described that in sufficient detail, they gave me a pass. Enthusiastically. But now the patches are turning from red to pink and getting all dryish and flaky so I went today. Result: my palms are black from the weightlifting gloves and it doesn’t wash off. Weird, because usually it does.
Maybe the urushiol is causing my body to mutate. Soon I will lose all feeling and be impervious to bullets and napalm. Not very bloody useful given my line of work. But the feeling loss would be a benefit, if the alternative is to keep on with the ceaseless tickling that if touched, if even just by clothing, becomes a horrible itch, and if scratched or rubbed in any way at all turns into a burn. Then I have to sit still and not touch it no matter how much the itch surrounding the burn and the tickle surrounding the itch cry out to me, not for about an hour until it calms down and leaves me alone. Well, it’s not like that now, but it was last week. I would have gladly taken the napalm.
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geez louise you poor guy.
that's almost as bad as when i swelled up after having an allergic reaction to ginger a couple weeks back!
she never really got a rash from me
If I had a dime...
That picture. Man, I feel your pain. That is what I used to get when I lived in California and went running around in the foothills or tearing through the bush in Felton. On me, also, it spreads, from one arm to another, to a leg, neck, etc. I swear the stuff back here in Missouri and Kansas doesn't do that. Instead, apparently, we just have tornadoes and humidity.
Courage! Think of all the character you will have acquired after this ordeal.
Dude. "Dash Riplock?"
I mean really. Still, I can't wait to squeeze your rippling biceps.
Regards,
Rip Dashlock
Dash Riplock was featured in an episode of The Beverly Hillbillies, so there.
So this shit got onto my right knee because once my left knee touched it. But it's almost all better now.
I really hope Dash Riplock isn't the character I acquired.
You know, everything I have been told by doctors and by the odd website says that the stuff gets in your system and erupts where it will, or where the skin breaks. Likely it got onto your right knee because there was a small abrasion. I recently had an attack on my left bicep, but it never got anywhere near poison oak. All the poison oak I saw, on a recent hike from Marin Headlands to Muir Beach, was at foot, or at highest shin level. I had a couple of tiny spots near my ankle that never erupted. I did however, scratch a similar spot on my bicep and within no time had a itchy, bubbly bright pink streak right across it. Damned inconvenient.
At some point, it cannot be spread by people touching the rash. Neither of the kids got it, nor did Dr. Perfesser Wife.
Rock on, Dash! I am quite pleased by your newfound commitment to maximizing your hugosity und pomping up.
Oh God, that looks so painful. *wincing*
Oh, jeez. I remember when you got so sensitized, that Webelos campfire with the wood laced with poison ivy. I think we were all affected a bit, but nothing like you inhaling all that toxic smoke.
You probably should have hospitalized. I remember you moaning in misery at night, as we were still sharing a bedroom, so much so I couldn't sleep! I hope I was mature enough, even at 12, to grumble only to myself.
Yikes! Looks terrible. Sorry you got so whacked.
Just as an aside, when I lived in West Virginia I protected my family and students from poison ivy by feeding them all tiny tiny pinches of the earliest, most purple leaves in spring. Two weeks of that provided immunity for the season. My then husband showed off one summer by standing in a chest high poison ivy patch, eating the leaves and smearing the juices on his arms and face with impunity.
Of course, if the bush gets you before you do the spring treatment, you're out for the year. Anyway, worked for us and is supposed to work the same with poison oak thought I've never had the occasion to try it. Not recommending, just sayin.
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