Remember this nice little scene from my vacation photo dump?
Our last stop before heading home: the Klamath River overlook.
All along this trail I saw leaves of three.
I was so careful to let them be.
But then the already narrow trail, narrowed even more and I totally slipped and fell into a patch of said leaves of three.
Got scraped up, but none of my internet searches for poison ivy or poison oak were an exact match to what I saw, so I assumed I was safe.
But then a few days later itchy bumps appeared.
Thought I had gotten eaten alive by mosquitos.
But then more and more came and the itching was out of control.
Talked to other victims of poison oak and they confirmed my worst fears.
After a full week of itching misery, I finally gave in and went to the doctor.
He and the nurse were both a little fascinated by my red, blistery, weeping legs.
Got a steroid shot, steroid pills, antibiotics, and anti-itching pills.
Only the doctor messed up and gave me pills for high blood pressure instead of for itching. Pounding headache.
Got that sorted out and 2 weeks later I'm feeling some relief. My legs are still scary, but the itching is mostly gone and I'm getting used to the stares of strangers.
My friend took this picture at the pool last Wednesday. I'm sure I was frightening young children. My left leg was swollen to twice the size of my right.
I don't have the words to adequately express the misery of poison oak.
It is literally maddening.
And the steroids make me crazy.
Oh and right before the worst of it hit, Justin left to Jordan to study Arabic for the summer. Special.
The day after he left, lucky us caught this:
I'm trying to make you all miserable with me.
But I'll end with some happier moments:
The Carmel Valley Community Pool.
6/11
After we watched Maleficent the day before Justin left.
6/21
Visiting the tall ship, Irving Johnson, at Fisherman's Wharf over the weekend.
