"Common cold'll fool ya. Whooping cough'll cool ya."
At 11:00 this evening, I will be one week through my 12-day stint on oral steroids. The pluses: All the blisters I had on my arms from the poison ivy -- and there were scores of them -- are completely gone. My itching is down to about 5 to 10 percent of its peak, and I now have relatively long stretches where I don't have the urge to scratch anything. My rashes, which were on my stomach, face, and legs as well, are starting to fade, if ever so slightly. The negatives: I slept no more than 90 minutes last night, and even my best-night's sleep on the steroids was less than five hours. My skin is extraordinarily tender where the rashes are -- if Benji just brushes against my arms, I'm in pain. I'm fast-tempered and poor-tempered. But at this point, I really don't have much choice other than finishing the treatment, so.
There's much happier news about Benji, but let's not spoil the announcement(s) by linking them to poison ivy. Tomorrow.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
