I haven’t written much lately as I contracted poison ivy on my face. I couldn’t see clearly for almost a week. I knew there were poison ivy in the back corners of the yard, but lacking a gardener or goat, I knew it was up to me to tackle the weeds.
Amazon has a program, so I have heard, that allows one to rent a goat to clear weeds out. It’s not available yet in Louisiana. Supposedly they can eat poison ivy, whereas cows and such get sick from the weed.
The allergens first attached to my eyes while I lay sleeping Tuesday evening. It wasn’t a pretty sight that I saw, albeit not clearly, in the mirror in the morning. It appeared I had been possessed of a crying fit of mythical proportions.
The noxious weed spread its nefarious reach to my bosom, skipping the chin and neck. I spent days cursing the invention of the brassiere, as my apparel cuts right across the rash’s path. In public, I try to maintain a bit of composure, but when I can steal a private moment, the sling is slung away, and relief comes, albeit briefly.
If one contracts a rash due to poison ivy, I recommend Zanfel. This wonder drug makes a paste when moistened. Apply, then wash off. The relief is almost instant.
I debated seeing a doctor about this malady, as Zanfel can’t be used on the eyes, but after a day or two of blurred vision, my eyesight was restored. I also was concerned about a new doctor’s bill, as I am not 100% positive that I don’t owe $835 from my last eye exam.
As I conclude my little essay, I feel no itch, no discomfort. I can see. All is well in Laurielandia, as least as well as I can be. This rainy month may go down as #1 or surely #2 in the books. My new sunglasses purchased over a month ago have not been needed to block the sun yet, but I have used them to travel incognito around town to hide my weepy, red eyes.