Friday, June 29, 2007

poison ivy  

posted by Michael Piwonka 6:51 PM
During warm-ups for one of the softball games last Saturday, an errant throw rolled across the street bordering the field into the bushes on the other side. Without even thinking about it, I went looking for the ball, pushing limbs and vines out of my way. The ball was hidden in the undergrowth, and it took me about a minute to find it.

Both of my forearms were scratched after I used them to shield my face from the dense growth, but I thought nothing of it.

By Tuesday, I vowed that I wouldn't recklessly chase errant throws anymore...perhaps I can get someone else to find the ball. My left forearm looked like something out of a horror movie, with large blisters erupting from the various scratches; my right arm had nothing but harmless scratches. A smaller patch of blisters also appeared on my left thigh.

Suddenly I became obsessed with poison ivy, searching the Internet for any treatment information. A quick trip to the pharmacist didn't offer much help either: she told me that all I could do now was put calamine lotion on it and suck it up. For a couple weeks.

I don't know what calamine lotion is good for; it looks like I've painted myself with Pepto-Bismol, and any relief is purely a placebo effect. Instead of itchy, oozing, grotesque blisters, I now have pink, itchy, oozing, grotesque blisters.

As luck would have it, I had my 6-month check-up at the doctor this morning (which generally consists of bloodletting, along with the occasional rubber glove and vaseline violation). Well, my doctor said she had just the thing for me: a prescription of halobetasol propionate. She said I should be back to normal in a couple days; I hope she's right, although I was starting to think that I looked good in pink.


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