HOW EXPENSIVE IS IT, well, the checkout lady scanned the box, did a beautiful double-take and said, oh no, THAT can't be right! But it was, and it was worth it. Dudes that morning I had cried in the damn shower just because I found a spot of rash and knew exactly what it was. I didn't cry because it was all that itchy or painful, I cried because I knew it was very likely that I was about to lose the next three weeks of my life. I cannot afford to lose three weeks, I have things to DO. And the idea of that creeping relentless agony chills me. I never understood that poison ivy could be a big deal until this June, when, oh my god did I learn.
The magic is called Zanfel. It is only available at certain pharmacies, listed on the website. It is forty bucks for a tiny tube. It is brilliant. I did not die.
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If you are the person who recently found my blog by searching for Kyle Sandek, would you please, please email me and say hello? (spidercamp at gmail) It's likely I know you. If you are (were) a kid I used to work with, um, sorry about all the bad language. I swear more than you might have thought, but I'm the same person you knew. I didn't know Kyle very well but I think about him every Thanksgiving; I calculate how old and I wonder how funny he would be now.