Dang. I hoped to get by one season, just one summer season, without contracting a poison ivy rash. Here it is May 25 that hope is dashed, dashed I say, dashed to pieces with an eruption on my left shin. Itch? Why, yes, it does itch. It itches with a capital I. Since it erupted today I figure I contracted the poison ivy oil this weekend and not last night when I was mowing. I even wore long pants when I went on a hike on a bluff. And they weren't that attractive of pants. That is the sacrifice I made - my appearance - to avoid this itchy sensation. Well, what can you do? I bought some benadryl cream to alternate with hydro-cortisone cream. Oh, man. the price I pay to enjoy nature is an itchy price.
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