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... I have poison ivy. Really bad. Like deformed arms, grotesque, mutant freak bad. Like shield your children's eyes from my sight bad. And I am miserable. Oh, so miserable. And itchy. Gnawing off my arms would more tolerable than having to endure any more.So I did what any wussy person who cannot tolerate the slightest bit of discomfort does - go to the doctor and cry for meds. Topical numbing creams and pills to help me sleep, please. Blogging is such a state might make for humorous … [Read more...]