Poison ivy – again

With all this rain, new leaves have been growing all over. Usually, by now, the forest is dryer than it has been these past two months.

I've been fighting poison ivy (or poison oak!), for two months. I tried using my Rx cream, but it didn't eradicate it. The cream worked last year, when I only had a spot or two, but this year it keeps erupting with painful, itchy boils are forming on my hands and lower legs.

I broke down, my doctor saw me the same day I phoned, June 20th. Hooray for Canadian healthcare. He gave me an ointment, a little stronger than last time. The prednisone pills are hard on the stomach.

Common and Rare Side Effects for Prednisone Oral - WebMD

I was at my wit's end, however. You can see, from the photos at the bottom, how it spreads if it isn't kept under control. I went into Perth ER,  and happy people were in there, working on July 1st, Canada Day.

Canada Day ER staff - GWM Hospital, Perth, Ontario pic.twitter.com/zksUgYhaW2

— alan drummond (@alandrummond2) July 1, 2017

In and out in 29 minutes. It was a quiet day, and staff were great.
As is the case, it had many people who were working on

#Canada150

 Bless their hearts!

I knew it would happen. My Canada Day is now complete! pic.twitter.com/eidqsR7iUq

— alan drummond (@alandrummond2) July 1, 2017

2017-01-01 Prednisone, 50 mgs  @ 7 days = 350mg. Feeling pretty woozy.

I am over the worst, nearly done my drugs. Thank goodness.

What I have learned is that Virginia Creeper is a good indicator for poison ivy. They inhabit similar habitat, wetland forest. Leave of three, let them be, for sure. But the 5 leaves on the Virginia Creeper fooled me until I caught on to it. Then there are the young raspberry plants. They start with three leaves, but grow on long stems.

2011

The last photo of this set, is the huge area I first tackled in 2011. My mistake? Not throwing out the gloves I used. I ripped out a garbage bag full of vines. Then, set the gloves aside. I used them to stack wood. It spread on my arms, and to my belly. I was a mess. That was a nightmare.

Both Daisy and Dorah manage to find the poison ivy! Or oak. Whatever.

I first contracted it in July, 2011. With each infestation, it gets worse in me. 

July => OCT. 2011: The open boils spread onto other areas if unchecked. The doctors couldn't figure out what it was, at first. The first one, July, 2011, was minor. After that, in September, it was back.

Poison Ivy and contact dermatitis

Time for a trip to the ER ~ chest pains

I have deep respect for our healthcare system. Hubby has gone through the long process of cancer treatment. My ex-husband was taken to emergency with a heart attack last week. Our healthcare employees, from all sides of the gurney, are amazing.

For those who complain about our system, it damn well works most of the time. Sometimes, individuals within the system make mistakes (for that there should be accountability, corrections, consequences), but that is a different issue.

All of my faithful readers know I'm active, either on the elliptical or snowshoeing with Daisy, hauling firewood, shovelling snow, and the like. I had chest pains Saturday morning at 10:00 a.m. I'd been having them for 6 weeks or so, many times in the car on the way to the Ottawa Hospital for hubby's diagnostics and treatments. I figured it was time to check it out. The pain was bad on Saturday.

12:18 p.m. You'll note I scratched my eye ball!
Daisy and I have eye infections.
You'd think I'd have better
handwashing skills than that.

11:00 a.m. Off I went, alone. Hubby is in no condition to sit in an ER waiting room. He sat and fretted at home. He was afraid that my daughter might phone, she was dealing with her own issues (her daughter with flu). He didn't want to worry her!


Since I was having chest pains they triaged me into a cubicle immediately. It was a slow morning!

The handsome male nurse, J, took my information: symptoms, history, prior conditions, my current prescriptions. (How peculiar it is to be taken care of by as good-looking age-peer, and as caring man as my sons!)
He took my blood pressure, which was high. (No guff!) He explained that if it was a heart attack, the enzymes do not appear in my blood stream until 4 - 6 hours after the fact. Since the chest pains were gone, it was a bit of a puzzle. I felt good that someone was looking after me. I've been caregiver for months, and it was nice to be the care recipient for a change.

Perth ER - not like the big city!

12:30p.m.  I had nothing to do, except relax. I'd taken a book with me, and relaxed, reading and watching the world go by.  They took my BP, still up at 204/90. I got myself into a gown, as requested, and another nurse did a ECG of my heart. I have no idea of the time, as I don't have a watch! My job was to relax, and I did manage to chill out. I knew there were a lot of people far more ill than I, and I knew I'd be gotten to when time called for it. Someone was bleeding from a construction incident. Each person dealt with with concern, and attention.

What struck me as being ironic is that after working as a consultant on the NSM Aging At Home Project in Muskoka (PDF 2007/8), I then went on to run some BP clinics through the Cardiovascular Health Awareness Program (CHAP). I'd trained Adult Day Away Program staff in doing regular BP check on clients!

1:00 p.m. A nurse, M. (who'd retired last month, we are short nurses!), brought me a lunch tray. Bless her heart. I was hungry.
Time passed, I went back to my book.

2:30 Nearly time for the
final ECG test!

The female doctor came in, told me they'd do a blood test at the 4 hour mark, another in 6. She gave me a prescription and a ticket for a cardiac stress test this week, we agreed I'd double up on my depression medication, as I was clearly under stress.

2:30 p.m. It was interesting, watching the people go by. I was trying to read some (managed ~100 pages!). Staff and patients cycled through the ER. Staff were incredibly kind to some older seniors, including a man who didn't seem at the top of his game, looking a bit the worse for wear and short of love and money. Everyone was treated with dignity and respect. The ambulance crews (always male/female duo) came in a couple of times, more patients, crash, a couple of young kids. All efficient, caring, well-trained staff; checking my wrist band and DOB before determining I was the correct patient to poke with a needle.

3:00 p.m. The 2nd and final blood test was taken, results back in (normal). One more BP reading (high), one more ECG (normal). I was eagerly told I could hightail it out of there.

Every single person I met during hubby's treatments at Ottawa Hospital, all staff from stem to stern (clerks, technicians, nurses, physicians), were amazing. Today, I had the same treatment. Wonderful staff. All taking care of stressed little me. I was home by 4:00 p.m. with BP meds. Hubby was pretty darn glad to see me at the end of the day!

I am happy to see the changes in gender roles over the years. No longer do we choose a job based on stereotypical gender roles. My husband, during his surgery treatment and recovery, had a lot of male nurses, he told me. We are moving forward, as a society. Changes and improvements are being made.