The Itchening.

I have poison ivy. How, you may wonder, did I get poison ivy? Can’t say, really. However, given the fact that there is only about 4 square inches of my body that isn’t rashy, I’d said I got poison ivy by angering the Lord. I fully suspect the plague of locusts to come zipping through my office at any moment and consume the plants, and then frogs will probably come out of my file cabinet.

I’m just guessing, though.

I had to get a shot and now I’m taking oral steroids and rubbing myself with various creams. And sobbing into my pillow, of course.

With a little luck (and the rest of my steroids), this will all clear up before our much-belated honeymoon trip to New Orleans next week.

In the meantime, I’ll just be over here, scratching.