Creeping crud

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A week ago Sunday Robert took the kids for a hike in the woods. He did an excellent job keeping them out of the poison oak/ivy — so excellent that they didn’t get a single spot on them but he came home with it and then passed it on to me.
I have a bunch of spots on my stomach, one on each hip, on the backs of my knees, on my forearms, and then two spots on my cheek (actually, three — two are spots and the other looks like a long scratch) and a sizeable spot on the inside corner of my right eye.
So I can deal with the itching and stuff, though we’ve gone through two bottles of Caladryl. The spots are dried up now and are healing. Unfortunately the spots on my face have turned an angry purple-red. It looks AWFUL. The weird thing is it looked better when I got up this a.m. but then I threw up and it turned bright purple again, I guess from all the blood being forced to my face. (Don’t ever let anyone tell you that being pregnant isn’t glamorous!)
The face spots don’t itch anymore so I keep forgetting they’re there and my mom and I went out to run a bunch of errands today. It kept occurring to me that people were looking at me funny all day. Then Robert was looking at me a little while ago and joked, “Great, now people are going to think I’m smacking you around” and I took another look at myself and realized it does look for all the world like someone’s been whacking me in the face! I’m kind of scary looking.
Hopefully nobody calls CPS or anything. I sure wish this would hurry up and fade because it’s kind of disturbing to look at.

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About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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  1. The timing of this is rather unfortunate. If the hike had occured a month later, you would have been set and ready to go trick or treating with the kids. No makeup or costume purchases needed.
    I don’t know the longevity of poison ivy…if it’s still blooming or active in late October, perhaps Robert could trek back into the woods just prior to All Hallow’s Eve.
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