Thank goodness I'm not a nail biter

It's taken two rounds of steroids, two tubes of Cortizone 10, two tubes of Zanfel, one bottle of Caladryl and 1/2 a package of Benadryl, but I think I'm finally over the hump with this poison ivy.

For a while, I was good about the scratching, and I resisted. Toward the end here, though, I gave in, especially to those late night, in bed, self-satisfying indulges.

A highlight was last Sunday, when I sat on the front stoop with my friend Claudia and David. While we sipped our Chianti, I discovered that the edge of the concrete stair was the perfect thing for scratching the back of my knees. Ahhh, heaven.

But now I'm done. And, except for the scabs, the bruising and the screwed up menstrual cycle (the last two I attribute to the steriods), I'm as good as new.

I can't help but wonder what's next.