Holy cats

I can't believe how long it's been since I've dropped in here. I thought it was a couple days, maybe four, and it's been eleven. Wouldn't it be cool if I could say I'd accomplished an incredible amount of shit during that time? But I try not to lie.

What've I been doing? Mowing. Running errands with Mom. Scratching. I got a nasty rash while working in the yard -- the one time I did it without gloves, wouldn't you know? So I'm taking one medication for that, and damned if I didn't get another rash, which requires another medication. Okay, I can handle that. (Though, honest to God, I'd rather be in pain than itch. The itching from my one and only bout with poison ivy ten years ago damn near killed me.)

So Saturday I go to the office and see a scorpion trying to get in the door. I set my stuff down and squish the scorpion to bits (I don't react well to stings from them, either). I hear a buzz, and an instant later it felt as if my jaw had exploded. A damn wasp had nailed me but good. In the time it took me to get to the house, I had a huge welt growing.

My rashes, bites and allergies are all medication-specific, so the stuff for one rash doesn't do a thing for another, and the antihistamine for my usual allergies doesn't slow the reaction to stings at all. I hate all stinging, biting, blood-sucking beasties and would wipe them from the face of the earth given the opportunity. Yes, I would give up honey forever if it meant never getting stung again.

Granted, I don't care for honey a whole lot unless it's floating my latest batch of baklava. Anything else, I can pretty much live without.

Today's weather: Wa-hooooo! No rain. But dang, it's hot!!






Rachel4:56 PM