You know those close up looks at open, oozing wounds that people take and post on Facebook? The pictures of their rashes or their kid’s diseases that are virulent, raw, and jump pretty horrifically out of your feed at you? Yeah, well, I hate that crap. That’s right up there on my list of pet peeves in social media.
So I won’t be posting pictures of my poison oak, because let me tell you: this is oozing, blistering, nasty, bumpy, red and horrible looking. It would jump out of your feed something fierce and you’d likely have some nightmares over it.
But I *will* show you the plant that caused it:
So pretty. So innocuous looking. So much pain held within those tender green leaves.
It has spread ALL OVER my left arm – I’m talking, from my armpit (of all places) down to my wrist, in splotches. And the left bottom of my back. And my right is itchy too. Bumps on my belly. There are bumps that I can resist scratching all through the day that I apparently scratch in my sleep and make this show go on. And on. And on.
This helps a lot.
If I had washed myself in this soap immediately after exposure to poison oak (- which, living where we do, means just using it daily), I would have caught it in it’s tracks. As it was, I didn’t know, it grew. It’s just misery.
What helps the most strangely enough, is taking hot showers. Our shower water comes straight from the springs on our property and the water is heated by our little propane heater. The water gets HELLA hot, but it’s outside and it’s cool outside, so the contrast is really wonderful. Now, with poision oak, the hot water evidently heats up the resins in my skin – I can actually feel them bubbling around – then they get stimulated so it’s almost unbearable. It’s like that feeling that you have when you want to sneeze – know what I’m talking about? – and you can’t. By tenfold. And under your skin. It’s total agony, then it goes away, and the itching goes away with it, for a few hours.
I’m waiting for the calamine lotion and aloe vera gel. They are supposed to help. The baking soda didn’t. It felt nice and cool and I wanted to scratch it. I didn’t try the vinegar/water.
On the bright side of my body, my broken foot is SO MUCH BETTER. I can walk with hardly a limp and only twinges of pain. Yesterday I actually noticed that it had been a few hours since I had felt my foot at all! This is exciting. Cue dreams of marathon running.
Other stuff from our corner of the world:
Super Hero Training Camp.
Uh huh, really! The Best School Ever hits another home run
Other news: the roses are doing great, the chickens are getting lots of worms, Mack is happy with life in general and with accessories in particular, and cows are just too frickin’ cool.
Over and out.