This morning, my feet were so swollen I couldn’t get into any of my shoes, and you could trace the rash’s progress up my legs – a blister about every two or three inches up to my groin, in more or less a straight line.
The Squire went off to church, and I tried to find something to wear. When he got home, he helped me wrap my feet in gauze, to both protect them and squish them down so I could put something on my feet, other than fuzzy bedroom slippers. (Yes, I know there are people who go out in public that way, but I’m not one of them. Anyway, my slippers are in the attic with my winter clothes. ) Properly shod, we trotted off to Patient First. I took that lovely picture of Lynn and me to show the doctor how badly I can blow up, and explained that when I was eight the doctor had told my mum that the poison was in my blood and they needed to keep a watch on any future cases. I got a rash on my scalp and on my eyelids. It is a mighty wonder I’m not blind. And when that was over, I got boils.
Anyway, I explained to the doctor that while I realized PI was a “minor” complaint, I didn’t like the way this case was playing out. She traced my spots up my leg and allowed as how she’d never seen such a thing, and gave me prednisone.
We stopped for lunch at a pizza place called Pie Five. You can select your crust – thin, Italian, yeast raised, or gluten free. Four or five sauces, and as many toppings as you wish. I was able to pile on double mushrooms, Kalamata olives, fresh tomatoes, and a few slices of mild-hot peppers. The Squire indulged his taste for “dead animals” and got pepperoni, sausage and bacon! A salad and breadsticks to share topping it all off. A bit more expensive than we expected, but we can eat again on the leftovers.
Bringing home a frozen pizza and cooking it in you oven may be handy, but honestly, you can’t beat a properly made pizza parlor pie.
Say that three times quickly.
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Oh, geez. Poison ivy. Ow, ow, ow.
The worst of it is not being able to scratch! My head knows that will make it worse, but my hands want to DIG at it!
Last night, a friend suggested dabbing the spots with mouthwash, which definitely helped with the itch.
Ouch! I remember when Nick had poison ivy and his eyes were swollen shut. Would an Epi pen help with the ivy rash? We had a delightful pizza last night (delivered because of my sister’s health issues). It was called an Apple Medley pizza with White Sauce, Granny Smith apples, red onions, minced garlic, spinach, and Feta cheese.
That pizza sounds heavenly! did you get it from a chain, or a local business?
One of my mini-friends suggested I try using mouthwash on my rash, and it worked beautifully. Helped with the itch, and it looks as if the rash is drying up. and DEFINITELY less expensive than a Epi-pen!
Does calamine lotion help at all or is that one of those 50’s/60’s “mom” remedies that makes modern healthcare providers cringe?
I do have calamine lotion on my legs in that picture, but I vaguely remember the doctor telling my mum that there wasn’t enough of it in the county to do much good. As I said in the original post, they dunked me in the bathtub.
The Princess knows of your pain intimately….so sorry..😕