Don’t scratch it. Must not scratch.
Sunday, August 12th, 2007Well, I have poison ivy. We think. It might be poison oak. Or something else, but whatever it is, it’s been labeled “contact dermatitis”. Yuck. Basically, I’ve got a few small patches on my arms, but they are getting better. I can’t figure out how I got it, especially since I’m not aware of any exposure to it. Regardless, my arms itch and I would like for it to be gone, thank you very much.
By the way, on Friday morning, Ben asked how a baby gets into a Mommy’s stomach. He’s 4 for crying out loud. I thought we had more time than that to be ready for this. I told him we’d go to the library and get a book with the answer. (A friend of mine referred to this a “calling an audible”). Luckily, Ben seems to have forgotten. Now we have time to get prepared.