It starts with a small, red, raised area that itches like mad.
The sudden feeling...A careless reach to your leg to give it a little scratch. Then the flaming itch begins. Oh no! I've got poison oak! Dont scratch Dont scratch! That mantra will keep me from going insane. As long as I dont scratch, it won't be so bad.
But late at night in bed...Oh the burning. Please please? Just one little scratch? My foot unconsciously begins scratching my leg with my nice, sharp big toe. Ahhh. It's orgasmic! Wait no! I promised myself I wouldnt scratch. So I stop.
But the burning, the yearning. I just want the pleasure of the scratching... This is agony.
I knew I would get poison oak. Bushwhacking through poison oak with short pants on is not too smart. But when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Or in this case, poisonade. A diary of what its like to get poison oak.