Doctor's order

 

I went to bed Saturday evening determined to tough out the poison ivy rash until Tuesday morning when I would be able to call my family doctor and make an appointment if I needed to, fully expecting it would be better without involving a doctor. Saturday night was rough. So rough, I swallowed my pride and texted a doctor friend a little after 7am on Sunday, July 4th with a description of where my poison ivy rashes were (both arms, legs, feet). The immediate response I received was "you need prednisone, asap." Thus began my road to healing. The difference in the irritation I have seen each day is visible. The swelling and redness are resolving. There is some itching still involved, but I no longer feel like I am on the brink of losing the little bit of mind I have left. I slept Monday night for the first time in days. 

So often, after making an unwise decision or accidently doing something that has caused me injury I have suffered more intensely and for longer periods of time than I needed to because of my stubborn, independent, prideful self. I would still be absolutely miserable if I'd followed my original plan. I hope I've learned a lesson that sticks, not only about being more careful, but about humbling myself and going to the right source for help in a timely manner when I need to.