Not as glamourous . . .
as it may sound.
It's a poison ivy rash.
From wrists to forearms to elbows and just beyond.
This is what happens here, evidently,
when one gathers large rocks from the woods in short sleeves,
and hauls them to the yard via wheel-barrow to become the border for her garden.
I thought I'd include a picture,
and then I thought . . .
Well that's just disgusting.
Been raving about it on FB for the past few days,
but woke up this morning and the itch was maddening.
I caved and went to the doctor as all the OTC products and recommended home remedies
haven't done a thing but dry out the few patches of skin that were perfectly fine.
Turns out I'm allergic.
A shot and a prescription for 12 days worth of antibiotics later,
and all will be well.
I should start shedding my gloves.
Until then, I might just put myself in a Benadryl coma until the worst is over.
Have NOT been productive in the studio the past two days because of this.
Haven't slept well
(I'm a great in-my-sleep-arm-scratcher, apparantly. I wake up torn apart and worse than ever.)
There were supposed to be things listed today, and yesterday for that matter.
A cuff bracelet.
A few other items.
But they will have to wait until next week.
I'm an itchy red mess, sort of crazed looking with glassy eyes and clenched teeth.
Bumpy red gloves to match my red hair.
But the garden border looks fabulous.