Two Sunday's ago I was out doing yard work. The yard in question is filled with poison ivy. To some, no big deal, to me, well I get it bad. I wore a long sleeve shirt and pants, even tucking the pants into my shoes so no bare ankle would be shown. I had on gloves and took every precaution not to get poison ivy.
I was so pleased with my efforts, I didn't wake up with any skin aliment that next morning or the morning after. I figured I was safe. HA HA...
That Wednesday night I helped carry the garbage bags that contained the vines in it up to the curb. DUMB DUMB DUMB! I guess some of the oil was on the bags and Thursday morning I woke up scratching my wrist. Half asleep I didn't think that it was anything. Then as I continued to scratch, I thought to myself - SHIT this is poison ivy!!!
Indeed it was. I quickly scrubbed my wrist with this kick
ass scrub stuff. I watched carefully making sure that it wasn't spreading. Later that afternoon a few blisters popped up on my ankle. Ok still not too bad. In a bit of discomfort but all in all not too bad.
A few days pass, It is now Saturday and I was going to have a busy day, had to get tires for my Beetle. But when I woke up, there were 3 little poison ivy dots on my face. SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!
I was getting a little worried now. Somehow I am still spreading this damned stuff and now it is on my face. I wear contacts, what if it goes into my eyes... Freaking out just a little, I went to
MedExpress to see if they can give me a prescription for steroids to stop this blasted poison ivy.
The last time I had poison ivy (I believe it was actually oak) was a few years ago, it was horrible and I was given the steroids to take... my face swelled up like Ernie (of the famous Bert and Ernie) but the disfigurement went away.
This time they gave me a shot. Now, first of all, I don't do well with needles and them getting forced into my person. Second of all, this shot had to be given square in my bum. Which I might add, still hurts.
I didn't cry or scream out in pain, even though it hurt like hell and burned. I thought this was supposed to make me better. HA! I was released and I walked out to my car, but I started to feel a little funny. Lightheaded and started to sweat. Oh this isn't good, I am here alone and I felt like I was going to black out.
I took a few deep breaths, not helping at all. I walked back into the building and must have looked horrible, because I sure as hell felt it. I went up to the 'sign in' girl and said "I just got a shot and I really don't feel right."
She told me to take a seat, which was probably good because I am not sure how I was keeping upright. The doctor that saw me came out within seconds and helped me back into an exam room where I was to lay flat and they put a monitor on me and cold compresses. My blood pressure (both top and bottom numbers) dropped 20 points.
I wasn't having a reaction to the steroid that just got shot into my bum, I was having a reaction to the shot itself. The ordeal of the needle going into me. She kept calling it some term that begins with a 'V' but I don't remember the exact terminology.
Long story short, I stayed there until my blood pressure went back up to what it was when I originally went in. They kept monitoring me and slowly got me to my feet. I still have the ivy, but it is now drying out and hasn't gotten any worse.
Tomorrow I will tell you about the tire place...