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Flirting Disaster

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You’d think I would know better. Well, I hope you would. I think I should know better, …than to take ill-advised risks around the poison ivy on our property.

On Saturday, I knew the time to put a large effort into work around the property was limited. I would need to have a couple hours to clean up and drive to my high school reunion, so I wanted to avoid wasting any time. I held myself to a tight schedule and moved from one thing to the next based on time, not on completing the job.

I figured getting multiple things partially done was the best goal for the day.

After moving some compost, I grabbed the power trimmer and headed up to the north pasture to put some finishing touches on that bad haircut of a mowing job. Mostly, I needed to knock down the grass around each of the many evergreen trees.

It was hot, and I was lathered in a soaking sweat before I even started. As the spinning nylon line shredded every growing thing in its path, the plant shrapnel started to stick to my exposed skin.

Can you see where this is headed?

Oh yeah, I came upon poison ivy mixed in with the grass under the trees. A smarter person might have stopped right there and taken precautions.

My neck began to itch, and I knew it was too soon to be a reaction to poison ivy, but it got my attention. Just sweat alone is a trigger to scratch, but the addition of innocuous debris would cause an itch. Still, I was hesitant about reaching up to touch it, lest I rub a possible exposure into my sweating pores.

Since I was already covered and sweating, I decided to just forge ahead and be as careful as possible. When it was time to stop, I carefully made my way inside, peeled off the soaked work clothes and scrubbed in the shower with oil-busting soaps.

By last night it was apparent disaster had not been averted. Arms and neck are showing signs of what I would classify as a significant reaction.

Why didn’t I stop as soon as I realized the situation I was in? I wish I knew.

Maybe I’m trying to teach myself a lesson. I’ll let you know if, as the rash runs its course for the next couple of weeks or so, I experience any insight from this disaster with which it appears I’ve done way too much flirting.

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Written by johnwhays

July 17, 2017 at 6:00 am