Of calamine lotion.
I mentioned last week that, ignoring my bride’s advice to wear long sleeves and pants when I pulled the poison ivy from our yard, under the presumption of immunity, I had broken out with the rash on both arms and legs.
When I wrote that the rash consisted of mildly itchy pink splotches here and there. It proceed to get worse: think angry red torment. I discovered that poison ivy is like certain sins: the more you scratch the worse it itches. It is insatiable.
A question for the hesachysts and Buddhists out there: how do you not scratch when it itches?
Then it got even worse: swelling, blistering, spreading, oozing, an evil invader in my very flesh.
Now that I’ve ruined your lunch…
I bought three different kinds of anti-itch cream, plus calamine lotion. Nothing gave more than mild and very temporary relief.
So I went online, where I found hundreds of folk remedies. I quickly eliminated the scary ones- gasoline, bleach, urine, pregnasone- and have come upon the following regimen: I shower, scrubbing the rash with a brush and soapy water, towel dry, then douse my skin with rubbing alcohol. Yes, it is painful, but at least it is not an itch. Then, when that evaporates I apply calamine lotion.
This will give me some respite for a while. When that wears off, I repeat the process.
If anyone knows of anything better, I am all ears.
And I am acutely aware that all of this could have been avoided had I only heeded Michelle’s advice.
The next time she cautions me about something I am going to listen.