The poison

This story actually begins last year. It was last summer that biscuit was weeding her garden and she ran into some serious poison ivy. It wasn't long before she was an itchy, red, swollen mess.

Somewhere between then and now, she has worked up a theory. I'll call it the chicken pox theory of poison ivy. She thinks once you get poison ivy bad enough, you can't get it again. Now before I start to discuss the major flaws of this theory, let me first explain how well she had convinced herself it was true. The suffering from her allergic reaction was pretty severe last year—Not something you'd go willingly looking for. Alas, she believed her theory to be as true as gravity.

Last weekend she went out into her garden and pulled out that ivy from the roots. I would love to say that she was bare handed, believing strongly in her theory, but she did have some protection—gloves. Those gloves were no match. She started itching on Tuesday when she confessed her ill-conceived theory and its demise. She was already a little puffy when I saw her.

I mentioned the theory to Husband this week - He didn't seem to think it was that crazy. My response, "she's comparing an allergy/allergic reaction to an illness like chicken pox!"

Today, I got an email from her that said "poor me....mommas coming up to take me to the hospital" and she attached the following pitiful picture of herself.

(Biscuit, sorry in advance for posting this but it's just too funny) Anyone remember the movie with Cher...



And for those of you who don't know what a normally beautiful person she is - a picture for comparison's sake....



So as we speak, mom is driving up to take her to the ER for a shot. Wonder how long she'll look this scary.