i’ve been writing about space cowboys, having multiple meals at whole foods, and battling poison oak. you’re probably more interested in the latter which, my friends, royally sucked. i would not wish the experience on any of you. especially consider the heat wave we just had. while everyone was out in the ocean, on the volleyball court, and strolling for evening shenanigans, i was at home with an ice pack on my neck, waiting for my “miracle cream” to arrive from amazon. the itching did not go away, and no matter how many articles of clothing and bedding i threw into the wash and dryer, the poison continued to use my skin as a canvas for its own twisted inkblot test. silver lining? i got to experience the “minute clinic” at CVS. following a 15 minute consultation with my (ahem) doctor and a $100 charge to my debit card, a wave of relief washed over me in the form of a prescribed creme and benedryl. who needs obamacare when you have this!?
the whole ordeal has raised my wilderness defenses and sparked a newfound interest in horticulture. but enough about that—i am almost completely healed and back in skirts. thank god.