This past week/weekend has been INSANE. Poison ivy is one of the most awful, miserable things to happen to Ash and I in a very long time. It is constant, persistent. He keeps calling it – surely – made by the devil himself. And Ash is not a religious man. But this has depressed him beyond belief. And now that I have it too, well, it’s all just a nightmare. Elliot had his one year shots today and he did fairly well. I stayed home with him afterwards and he napped a lot and we played, to keep his mind off of it. I wish playing could keep my mind off the itch.

I also went into urgent care to get myself a shot because knowing what I have seen of Ash, I wasn’t going to play around with the ivy. Oh no, not me. Later on, maybe by 8 or so, I began having a headache and some back pain. I called the urgent care place to make sure I wasn’t having some kind of reaction. They said they didn’t think it was – and I feel ok now – but I am still a tad worried. I really do believe in being safe rather than sorry, no matter how dorky and lame it may be to show cautiousness.

I really wanted to talk about Elliot’s birthday and his new daycare and so much stuff but I haven’t got it in me. I have to go spray the hell out of this rash with hot water now, because it’s the only thing that makes the itching desist, if only for a couple hours – long enough to sleep.