... I got poison ivy on my neck. No place else, just my neck.
and it looks like a big ol' hickey.
*sigh*
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4 comments:
See? This is why I avoid Nature whenever possible.
Are you sure it is poison ivy? If it's only on one side, it could be shingles. My husband got it last year and was all "I don't need to go to the doctor, it's just a little rash" until it wasn't.
- Bridgett
Ak. How did you manage that?
Becs, that's beginning to sound like a good idea.
Bridgett, I thought maybe shingles too (and flesh-eating bacteria (but ... but ... they can't amputate my NECK!) and all kinds of other fun stuff), but I've never had chicken pox, so I'm pretty sure I'm safe from shingles. Whew. Sorry your husband had to go through that.
and Birdie, I have no idea. It's just me being me. I'm guessing that it was when I was weed-whacking the brush line last weekend - Either a chopped piece flew up and hit my neck (thwack!), or I bent over to whack a stubborn spot and it got me then. Or else the poison ivy ghost came to me in my sleep.
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