Poison Ivy

The other day I blundered into some poison ivy. I was trimming some limbs on a fence, and that's where it was. I wasn't looking for it because we've lived here for nearly 25 years and haven't run into it before. I wasn't even thinking about it because, let's face it, it's not something that comes to mind, or to my mind. It will from now on, though. My arms are covered with the rash. I look like the victim of some serious plague, and it occasionally itches like the dickens. Even worse, new bumps are popping up all the time. It's always something.