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Happy birthday to me (ugh)

Something bad doesn't happen every year on my birthday, but often enough to nearly be a pattern. In this case, I now have a lovely outbreak of poison ivy running from behind one ear, wrapping along my jaw, and descending down the side of my neck. I'd be very tempted to take Monday off, except I think my staff would have a collective breakdown, as I was gone last week and out on and off the previous week (thanks to a severe summer cold).

(And I'd only just about recovered from that yellow jacket bite, too!)

Though the lake we stayed at was lovely, as it is every year. And the dog that probably contaminated me with the poison ivy is an absolute sweetheart--if a bit prone to wandering off the path.

Welp, I'll just carry on dosing myself with every over-the-counter remedy CVS has available, and hope it doesn't start progressing toward my eyes, because I really don't want to have to go to the doctor about this.



I like summer, I really do--but this stuff doesn't happen when the leaves have fallen off everything. Just sayin'.
Sorry to hear your birthday was so uncomfortable! I'll wish you, instead, a happy, healthy, and multi-blessed year until the next one (and a break from the pattern of woes for that one, too!). Cheers!
Thank you for the good wishes! Things didn't really get uncomfortable until a day later, so the birthday itself was pleasant enough--especially as my grandmother didn't bake me anything (unlike previous years; both the blueberry pie with Splenda and the spice cake with everything in it were rather hard to stomach).
Lol! You just gave me a wee flashback of trying to choke down my grandmother-in-law's Stollen (German fruit bread), while trying to look appreciative enough to satisfy her intense scrutiny. She was a fantastic cook, but I don't like dried fruit in the least, and with her looking on, I couldn't even slather on some butter to make it go down easier....
Lol! You just gave me a wee flashback of trying to choke down my grandmother-in-law's Stollen (German fruit bread), while trying to look appreciative enough to satisfy her intense scrutiny. She was a fantastic cook, but I don't like dried fruit in the least, and with her looking on, I couldn't even slather on some butter to make it go down easier....