Man, I got into some poison oak once and my arms, my legs, my face were covered. It went on for weeks and weeks and wouldn’t heal. It ate away the skin like battery acid and I oozed yellow liquid and blood for three weeks. Finally I went to the emergency room, and I’m telling you, when I cracked off the yellowed, hardened rags I’d wrapped around my arms and legs, the ER doctor and nurse literally stepped back from me like “Whoa.” They put me on steroids and it still took two more weeks before I wasn’t practically hallucinating with out-of-body misery. The scars on my legs were visible for 3 years.
...steroids and it still took two more weeks ...
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Reminds me of a time, maybe 45 years ago when a couple of friends went camping. They were city kids who set up their sleeping bags on poison ivy. They were out a couple of days and, oh, yeah, they also made love on that patch of poison ivy.
Hospitalized, IV steroids and nearly died.
Ouch, ouch, and ouch!