So I’ve got a mess of poison ivy. A very blistery weepy patch on my inner right forearm. A broad patch all over the left side of my neck, behind my ear, and under that side of my chin. And what looks like another broad patch over the right side of my face, although that’s the least developed patch.
Exposure was Wednesday evening; I was helping friends weed, and thought I’d be fine with my gardening gloves and long sleeves and long pants. Must have brushed something off my neck with a glove. I don’t know how it got under the wrist of my right glove; I suspect that wearing my hand / wrist braces that night made that patch fester faster.
Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights have been wakeful. I’ve been napping a lot, as I can. When I’m awake, I’m super aware of the poison ivy — its presence, its itchiness, its soreness. It made it hard for me to play dulcimer at two events on Saturday; I could hardly think of what to play next, or get through a whole song without looking at my forearm.
It’s weird — this is just poison ivy. Yeah, it itches, but in the grand scheme of things it’s not really great cause for alarm. Theoretically it won’t spread once the oil’s all washed off, which it certainly ought to be by now. And yet it’s apparently really triggered my anxiety. I feel more incapacitated than I probably am. Sleep loss always makes me anxious, too, so that doesn’t help.
If this is what I’m like on poison ivy, can you imagine me with cancer?