Friends, it is a confirmed fact that the Mad One loves the great outdoors. That love is embodied in the many trips he’s made to beaches, woods, mountains, canyons, and deserts over the years.
Alas, with all this outdoorsy activity, sometimes things go, well, a bit wrong. We’re talking blisters, burns, bruises, and scrapes, for sure. But this year, for the first time in many a year, Mad Gringo has contracted the ugly, weeping rash produced by poison something-or-other – ivy, oak, sumac, doesn’t matter which one, he is allergic to it all.
Yeah, I get it -- yuck!
Right now the rash is confined to the right forearm, and surprisingly doesn’t seem to itch too badly.
But looks can be deceiving. Back in the stone age (I’m talking summer of 1992 or 1993, here) Mad ended up in the doctor’s office with a rash extending from head to toe. It took a steroid injection and a week’s worth of pills to end that one.
I promise, however, that I’ll be a bit more “manly” about the needle than this kid. If it comes to injections, that is.
My only regret – Mrs. Gringo and I are headed to the tropics for a once a decade trip WITHOUT kids. And it happens next week. I just hope I’m not scratching from stem to stern at that point.
Be kind to Mad Evan while I’m gone. Trust me, he needs some TLC.