Dave had to go 'beautify' his squadron one morning late last week.

Everyone was out there, pulling weeds and trimming trees, raking and sweeping and generally tidying up.

Friday afternoon, dave said his wrist itched and that he must've got bitten by something when he was outside.

By Sunday morning it was obvious that he hadn't been bitten by anything.

He'd got into some poison ivy.  Just a little patch on his wrist, enough to produce 6 or 7 good sized blisters and a maddening itch.  I told him to take some benadryl and put some calamine on it, but he refused, saying we'd go to the drugstore today and get some stuff specifically for poison ivy.

Last night as we lay in bed, he rolled over, threw his arm around me and interlocked his fingers with mine, the palm of his hand resting on the back of mine.

I woke up at 6 this morning scratching the back of my hand.  I thought that I had a skeeter bite until I looked at my hand when I got up and saw the now familiar blisters.

I got it by association.  That's not right, y'all.  I didn't even touch the damned stuff, but I get the rash too?  That's messed up.  Not fair, not fair at all.

So he's gone off to do a tour of the jail (for the juvenile delinquents; it's part of their rehab) with a big ol' patch of pink calamine (after all the searching we did the main ingredient of all medications for poison ivy is calamine/zinc) on his arm and I'm sitting here trying really hard not to scratch my hand.

I got poison ivy by association.  How screwed up is that?