{"id":1246,"date":"2006-09-21T07:11:00","date_gmt":"2006-09-21T07:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2006\/09\/pinky-swear\/"},"modified":"2006-09-21T07:11:00","modified_gmt":"2006-09-21T07:11:00","slug":"pinky-swear","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2006\/09\/pinky-swear\/","title":{"rendered":"Pinky Swear"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">She comes on like a rose,<\/span><br \/> <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">And everybody knows<\/span><br \/> <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">She&#8217;ll put you in dutch<\/span><br \/> <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Well you can look but you better not touch!<\/span><\/p>\n<p>You older readers will know what I&#8217;m talking about.  Oh, yes.  I got it bad.  It wakes you up at night and causes all kinds of redness and swelling.  It makes some body parts feel like they&#8217;re on fire.  Nothing can satisfy it.  You vow that you&#8217;ll never, ever do it again, but somehow you always go back.  You curse the fates for leading you to such a thing, and you are completely held it its sway until time heals you.<\/p>\n<p>Or cortizone.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, I am talking about <a href=\"http:\/\/images.google.com\/images?q=poison%20ivy&amp;sourceid=mozilla-search&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;sa=N&amp;tab=wi\">poison ivy<\/a>, of course.  (Please check out the picture in this link so that you don&#8217;t get it, too!  Unless you are hateful anonymous who sends me hate mail.)  I believe I contracted it during a particularly wild weeding frenzy on Saturday.  I was ripping out all manner of tall, ungainly uglies from my beautiful garden &#8212; I now have the full autumn fare.  (Now that it&#8217;s autumn for real, and I have transitioned to the whole fall thing of school, occasional sweaters, jeans, boots, and PTO mishegos, I am into it and happy with it.)  My garden is full of stands of pink or ruby sedum, pale pink tiny boltonia, purple and pink asters, roses, black-eyed Susan, yellow coreopsis, and a few different mums.  (I realize I don&#8217;t actually hate mums; I really just hate what they stand for, the changeover from summer to fall.  I have such a hard time letting go of summer, she is like a best friend, moving away.  But she always comes back, per the deal between <a href=\"http:\/\/waltm.net\/demeter.htm\">Demeter and Hades<\/a>).<\/p>\n<p>So I sent my doc an email and begged him for the stuff, Don Cortizone, who really takes care of that BI*** good, you know what I mean?<\/p>\n<p>My right pinky is now lumpy and misshapen and itches like a  &#8230; well, you know. Dad just had a virulent case of P.I. so I asked him to bring his medicine when he comes here for Rosh Hashanah, which is tomorrow night, (serious blog post about the Jewish New Year to come) but I just know that Dadley Do-Right will not because he will want me to get my own medicine, so that I come to no harm with his.<\/p>\n<p>I never garden with gloves so I will never learn.  I need to be able to feel the entirety of the plant to really snag it good.  I need to get the soil under my nails and get really dirty when I garden.  Gloves just get in the way.  So that is why last year I got Lyme disease &#8212; and caught it in time, thank God, I actually had the classic bulls-eye mark!  And that is why I get poison ivy every now and then.  I take full responsibility for my condition. <\/p>\n<p>But right now &#8212;   I need to go and CHOP OFF MY PINKY.  ARGGHHH!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She comes on like a rose, And everybody knows She&#8217;ll put you in dutch Well you can look but you better not touch! You older readers will know what I&#8217;m talking about. Oh, yes. I got it bad. It wakes you up at night and causes all kinds of redness and swelling. 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