So... today marks one week since I touched that darn poison ivy. I can open my eyes, but I still look like an ogre. My noise, eyes, and lower cheeks have humungous red spots that are raised and have red moley looking things poking out of them. I have never felt so ugly in my life. Okay, maybe I felt more ugly yesterday. I do see signs of improvement, but not much. Here's to hoping for tomorrow. The other problem is that it isn't just on my face. It's pretty much everywhere. I could really care less about those spots right now, I am more concerned about my face.
It's been really hard not to get really down about this. Thankfully, Jack has been great and hasn't complained a bit. He's taken the kids out to get them out of my hair (or rash), he's drawn me SEVERAL baths and set up the computer so I can watch shows while I soak, he's done dinner and grocery shopping and swimming lessons and everything else. I semi-laugh because I've been telling Jack for a while now that I need a break. This really wasn't what I had in mind. I was thinking more about a shopping trip or something. Ah well...at least I am getting rest.
We were supposed to go to see Fleetwood mac tonight, but now can't go. We are both so disappointed. :( I wish we could have found someone to buy our tickets, but we didn't. Poop!
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