itchy, beyond all itchiness.
a sanity battle.
definitely part of the Fall.
OK, so I feel like I'm being a wimp. When it comes to physical ailments, I've had my fair share, but I have a high pain tolerance. But being itchy isn't about "pain" and it is at the top of my "hate" list. When I was pregnant with Capps, I got some sort of liver issue and I was so itchy. I scratched and scratched until I had bruises everywhere. In hindsight, that is a little embarrassing.
Jason would like to point out a self-control issue.
So, two weeks ago today, I decided to weed out my monkey grass. Our yard looks terrible and I make no effort to make it look good (desire for it to look good, but no desire to work and no time), but I decided it was getting out of control. I was pretty sure it was poison ivy that I was pulling out, but I've never had a reaction to it before.
I was only outside for an hour. I bagged what I pulled, showered as soon as I came in and washed the clothes I was wearing in hot water. I did what I was supposed to do to be safe, or so I thought.
The next morning I was itching. It was all over my ears, face, neck and hands. I called the doctor and he called me in five days of prednisone - the strongest dose per day he could give me. It seemed to get a little better, but didn't go away.
And then it started to get worse and spread to my arms, stomach, back and legs. And I never stop scratching. At two weeks, I met with the doctor again yesterday and he gave me another dose of prednisone. This time a two week dose that gradually gets fewer mg per day.
Two doses in and I think I'm getting relief.
And Mollee and Jason are strangely glad that I now know how bad poison ivy is - they get it all the time and I never have as much sympathy as I will have from now on.
And with all this prednisone in my system, maybe I'll get some closets cleaned out that I've been avoiding....