The itch

Today I am feeling scattered. Ever have one of those days? I can hardly sit still, am picking at my skin and hair, but can't concentrate on anything. Maybe it is because I have been fairly focused with work over the last week or so, and need a mental break. Or maybe it's because I have yet another rollicking case of poison ivy.

Unlike previous PI battles, JBL is in this one with me. He actually has a small patch, and he has never reacted to it before. He is surprised to find it so itchy (VINDICATION! ahem, well, actually, he's never accused me of exaggerating the itch level...but at least now he can say he understands).

This afternoon, before he left for a meeting, he applied yet another layer of anti-histamine goo to his wrist. We lamented that PI cannot be eradicated by simply breaking open the blisters and slapping some alcohol on them. I'd put up with that pain right now. I counted. Fifteen patches of blisters, mainly on my forearms. I'm on day 3, which means I have at least one more day of severe itching...and I think that's what gets me. The DAYS AND DAYS of it all.

I should wrap this up neatly with some analogy about parenting and phases, and philosophies about life in general, but I'm just too fidgety now. And I need to get back to work.