Oh, poor me

Just saw this quote in my Quote Generator module (how recursive!): "Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery`s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don`t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer." --C.S. Lewis

My personal suffering is assuredly orders of magnitude less than whatever existential malaise that Lewis was trying to describe, but I've had this [string of expletives] poison ivy reaction on the top of my foot for over a month. Just as it starts to heal, it seems to take off again. My favorite pair of sandals, which I wore every day of the summer, became infected with the stuff somehow. Then, about two weeks ago, I changed my bike's rear inner tube, and developed the same rash across the first knuckles of both hands. I managed to prevent the advancement to from bumpy rash to weeping pustules on my fingers, but the knuckles are all cracked and raw now. That rash has spread to my hands and up one arm to the elbow.

I hate poison ivy. This came from the ivy patch in our front yard, where the poison stuff is mixed in, despite the claims to the contrary from my landlord.

Have a great day :-)