i got the poison

One of the things that I learned from my valuable time as a Boy Scout of America is that I am extremely allergic to poison ivy.  My 7th grade year began with my face grossly distorted as a result of an overnight sleeping in a poison ivy patch.  I know–that doesn’t sound like a very good Boy Scout.  It’s a long story, and I’m pretty sure that there are parts of the story that I am sworn to never reveal…

Anyhoo, when our rafting guides pulled us over for lunch on the Lower Yough last Thursday, they mentioned that poison ivy was everywhere.  Something like: If it’s green, assume that it’s the poison.

I did my level best to avoid any contact with green stuff, other than the lettuce that I wrapped my meat and cheese in.  But sure enough, the next day my lower legs started to itch and break out with the tell-tale signs of the poison.  Bummer.  It started to itch like crazy today.  I’m considering the use of a wire brush if things don’t get a little better soon.