Two weeks ago today, I hurried home to get the yardwork done so that I would be free on Saturday.  I had plans and needed to be free.  There was a lot of overgrowth in the back natural area…small trees, weeds, honeysuckle vines…so with a decent amount of weed-wacking, hatchet-swinging, pulling and tugging I managed to get the area looking pretty good.  And Saturday was left to be enjoyed…

Sunday at church I noticed a couple of spots on my arms.  I thought that I had seen some Poison Ivy in the natural area before, but I had gotten rid of it.  I figured that a little had regrown, so I got some medicated scrub and spray from the drugstore which seems to work pretty well, so I figured it wouldn’t be too bad.  I was wrong…

Over the week, more and more spots kept appearing.  More scrubbing, more Benedryl, more restless nights, and still more spots showing up every day.  I was sure that there was no oil left on my skin.  I figure the only thing that makes any sense is that I got into the Poison Ivy with the weed-wacker and covered myself with it.  Brilliant!

Maybe if I hadn’t been so focused on hurrying to get stuff done before Saturday, maybe I wouldn’t have rushed into the Ivy.  Then again, with what I was doing Saturday, maybe I got what I deserved?…