Monday, June 1, 2009

Got Me Some Poison Ivy... or is it Leprosy?

Poison ivy is not nearly as much fun as the Brush Hog. But I got it. It's mine. You can't have it.

No, I didn't get it Brush Hogging. I didn't get it clearing the slope for apple trees. I didn't get it stump grinding, hiking, gardening, lifting or hauling.

I got it doing laundry. I guess I got some urushiol (the stuff that causes the allergic reaction) on my clothes. A couple of days later, I grabbed the laundry, getting some of the urushiol on my forearms.

So what does this have to do with leprosy? Being a nice Catholic girl who went to parochial school, I grew up with an inordinate fear of leprosy. So my first bout with poison ivy is causing me some serious flashbacks. I'm talking PTSD.

I can handle sore muscles, bruised limbs, mean rooster attacks, dead lambs, barking dogs and a whole variety of challenges that life on the farm can throw me. But skin disease - not so much. I'm not quite ready to give up life in the country, but if anything could do it, this would be it.

1 comment:

  1. Oh my, you have my sincere sympathy. Back in February of 1996 I got my first ever case of poison ivy while pruning back vines of foxgrapes and virginia creeper in my yard, and not only am I really very sensitive to it (it began to internally creep) but when I was given a whalloping dose of prednizone I discovered what 'roid rage was! If you don't know, believe me, you don't want to know. Suffice it to say my husband is a saint for not murdering or at least leaving me! I hope yours is shortlived and a mild case. I also hope it is a bumper crop of apples for you!