This Spring has been quite busy!!!
I’m afraid that is a bit of an understatement.
We had snow in early March! That almost never happens here in central Arkansas!
Things warmed up and were pretty nice for Spring Break-well, for a couple of days anyway.
It was in those couple of days that things took a turn for the worse. We had just returned from Tulsa, OK where my chorus participated in the annual regional competition. Since the weather was nice when we returned home, Chip and I decided to work in the yard a bit.
The ground was very soft from all the snow and rain we had in the month of March–perfect for pulling up all those little saplings the birds planted in my flowerbeds.
I really am not much of a gardener. I enjoy pretending to be one, however, saplings continue to grow in my flowerbeds-sigh.
We made great progress, despite uncovering a nest of baby copperhead snakes!!!
A couple of days later, my arms started to itch.
You guessed it…poison ivy.
Apparently, poison ivy is not my friend. Thank goodness I was at least wearing gloves!
I do know what poison ivy looks like. “Leaves of 3–let them be!”
However, in early Spring, apparently the leaves were not yet visible. Either that or there were just old vines which had the oil on them.
Oh, I had dug and pulled and yanked all day! There were big piles of weeds to carry to the edge of the yard.
Later that week the itching got worse–so much so that my husband took me to the little walk-in clinic here in town on Sunday afternoon.
The diagnosis was indeed poison ivy. They gave me a steroid shot and a prescription for oral steroids and sent me on my way.
So, that night I did not sleep at all thanks to the steroids and the itching.
Things seemed to get worse, so back to the clinic I went. My arms red, swollen and itchy. Another round of steroids plus an antibiotic this time.
The swelling and redness was so severe that the nurse drew on my arms with a Sharpie to be able to watch for spreading of the infection. Here are some pictures about half-way through the whole ordeal. Trust me this looks GOOD! They nice folks at the clinic told me it was probably cellulitis.
The itching from the cellulitis was so intense! I think it was worse than the poison ivy. Of course, taking all those pills was no picnic either.
That Friday was Good Friday. As I lay awake, unable to sleep, trying not to scratch, I was convicted about my “suffering”. There it was Good Friday, the day Jesus Christ suffered a horrible death on a cross for my sins! This changed how things looked to me for the duration of the itching.
I am extremely grateful to have had so many friends and family praying for me during the ordeal. It was very humbling, and I felt very loved.
Be careful out there in your gardens!