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It was very unpleasant

I got poison ivy on my face.  As my friend asked, “Did you fall [face first] in it?”

Well, nearly.  We had a  lost person search happen locally that eventually lasted days and involved teams from all over the province, but the first night, it was just a half dozen of us in the dark, and we built a fire, in the dark, while waiting for the go-ahead to launch our canoes.  I had just rubbed my eyes, because of the smoke, when one of the guys noticed in the beam of his flashlight that all of us, and the fire we’d just built on hands and knees, were at ease in a giant patch of flourishing poison ivy.

Knowing this, and that I tend to get raging inflammations from a  sideways glance at poison ivy, I did full decontamination and containment protocols nine hours later when we got out of the woods. Too late.

Three days later, three suspicious red bumps on my cheek erupted into the full conflagration, my eyelids swelling alarmingly.

Gross.Poison ivy sucks.  Open, oozing wounds and blisters, and my whole body was fevered and nauseous for a couple days, and I was extra sensitive to bug bites. It was also on my hands, and back.  It’s almost over now, two weeks after exposure, and it doesn’t appear  that it will scar.   The very good news is that I avoided secondary infection!  I give the credit to tea tree oil.  I thought it would burn like stink, but it didn’t really, it was a little bit drying, which stalled the super-gross constant oozing, and I’m sure that’s what kept bacterial infection at bay.   I have not been so lucky before, and I’m glad I know now.

I got hydro-cortizone cream after my eyes swelled, but that just…took the itch off a bit.  It was too painful to scratch, so that wasn’t too tempting.Ew.

Glad it’s over!  But I had a good excuse, not blogging;)

Pigs loooove cucumbers.

They reaaalllly love cucumbers.

Because of their size and power now, I usually feed them and then, while they’re busy eating, wrestle with cleaning their water bowl.  If I don’t, then I get a thorough going-over with muddy pig snouts and  total, eager, pig participation in the process, which is quite unhelpful and unwelcome.

The other day I gave them some cucumbers for distraction and tackled the water.  I heard some steady oinking approaching me from across the pig yard.  Oh. Great, I thought.  Rudy came oinking up to me.  Instead of taking advantage of my crouching pose and doing his best to knock me over, he came up face to face with me, still chewing a bit of cuke.  He looked me in the eyes, and holding them, oinked deliberately at me for a long few seconds.  Then turning on his trotter, he pranced away again.

I was left a little dazed.  I just got talked to by a pig.

He came over just to say what he said, and he was very happy, and I’m quite sure I got the gist of his communicado:  I looove cucumbers!  Thank you for the cucumbers!  I just love cucumbers!