Killing Me Roughly

It turns out I have poison ivy. Or poison something; it might not be ivy. I've haven't had poison anything before. (I've also never been stung by a bee, nor have I broken any bones. Somehow I do not feel deprived.) It appeared last Wednesday and got worse over a few days. This is strange to me because I did yard work the previous Saturday. A full 4 days before the rash appeared. It's on both of my forearms, more so on my right arm. The itching is positively maddening. Benadryl helps, but I didn't realize until my doctor's visit this afternoon that the Benadryl is making me sleepy. And here I thought I was still feeling effects of a lingering two-day hangover. So now I have Clairton, Benadryl for bedtime, something called Domeboro, and a topical cream. Ah me. Isn't nature grand? This experience may make me stronger, yet I fear for my future. The Poison, as it shall be known from now on, is somewhere in my backyard but I do not know where or what (or for God's sake why!).