Pizin

Ok, so it's not really pizin, it's poison, but it still feels like pizin. Especially after three days when the small, barely noticeable blisters start to sprout across the hairline and mandible. At first they are tiny but like bubbles in boiling water the itty bitty baby bubbles slowly grow until they join together, roiling inside the pot transforming a serene kettle of tea on a stove into a raging cauldron of Fatal Attraction rabbit stew.

Pizin ivy on my face and neck. Tomorrow's plan? Wake up, call in sick, put bag over head, go to pharm for some type of over priced topical, apply lavishly, wrap in straight jacket to stop from scratching, go back to bed....Life is good and everyday is another adventure...

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