Itching for summer
The calendar does not tell me that. My right hand does.
At least what used to be my right hand. Right now it looks more like a piece of red, raw meat.
Yes, once again I am doing battle with the bane of my summer existence.
That would be poison ivy.
Blame my fair Irish skin, I suppose. I am extremely susceptible to this summer malady. That does not mean I no longer mow the grass, or try to weed the garden beds. Yes, I am aware that there is poison ivy lurking in there. Yes, I try to exercise caution.
No, it does not stop me from coming down with this wicked itch every summer.
I did a little yard work after cutting the grass Saturday.
On Sunday I started to feel that familiar tingle. No, not again, I thought. Yep, again.
By Monday afternoon my right hand was on fire. I tried my normal home-made remedy, Clorox followed by heavy doses of Calamine lotion. Now instead of being a red piece of meat, my right paw is a bright pink piece of meat.
This is not good for someone who makes his living in front of a computer keyboard. Each keystroke is kind of like being stabbed in the fingers.
If anyone has a better cure for poison ivy, I would be eternally grateful for any help you can offer. Please post a comment below.
In the meantime, I will simply suffer through it.
I love just about everything about summer. Except for poison ivy. And almost no summer goes by that I don’t do battle with it. Most years a combination of gloves, washing my hands immediately after doing yard work, or simply steering clear of the garden beds altogether. For some reason on Saturday, I didn’t use my best judgment.
I’m paying for it now. There was a point yesterday afternoon when I think I might have felt better if I just cut my right hand off altogether. I was actually shaking my hand, trying to get the pain and itch to go away.
Of course the fun is just starting. I still get to look forward to the sores oozing. Hope you already had breakfast.
Itching for summer? Sure, count me in. Again.