I have pond scum. I was moving rocks around on the bottom of Roy Meharg‘s catfish pond in the front yard to keep a new potted plant (not a pot plant) from tipping over and OUCH, I thought something bit me. I pulled my hand out of the water and I had blisters on my wrist. It itched like the devil. The itch traveled as did the blisters. Wrist, belly, arms, face, eye lid, neck, back.
Visit to the doctor and- well, she didn’t call it Pond Scum, but she did prescribe a cream to get rid of it and said it could take up to 4 to 6 weeks! Lordy, Lordy! No good deed, and all that. But in the big scheme of things what are a few blisters and a little itching. (Gonna cut my finger nails short, short, short before bed.)
Gives me character, right? David tells me I am already a character-hmph! (Wonder what he means by THAT!)
I wrote a brilliant artist bio yesterday. It only took me four hours and guess what? No, I mean it, guess. Yep. Jesus saves, but I didn’t. Tonight I spent 2 hours writing a solid mediocre artist bio and I am exhausted. Fingers crossed. Hope a single cheek bio is good enough. (Notice how I was delicate and didn’t say half-assed? I am really working on being more sophisticated.)
In addition to the cream there is a pill for itching. I am not supposed to drive or operate heavy machinery after I take the pill. I am beginning to think maybe it should also include a warning about operating a keyboard. (Note to self: Have David check that mediocre artist bio in the morning. It may be more cheeky than you think!)
Sweet dreams! Is it the weekend yet? I am ready for it to be the weekend.