I don't know when or how it happened but somehow I am covered with poison oak. From my chin to my legs, itchy, bumpy, nasty red poison oak has taken over.
I was always so proud thinking that I was immune to poisonous plants, until now I'd never had a case of poison ivy, oak, sumac, nothing! So last week, when I found a weird rash on my neck and one Californian friend says, "oh yea! looks like you've got poison oak!" I felt betrayed by mother nature.
It's horrible. It looks bad, it feels bad, it generally sucks. I would put it in the same category as being bitten by a hundred mosquitoes. Not fun.
The internet has led me to all sorts of ideas as to how to treat poison oak; baking soda and vinegar, oat meal mask, oat meal bath, cornstarch, tea tree oil, calamine lotion, lukewarm baths, cold compresses, and on and on. I faithfully tried almost every single one and none of them healed me.
A friend mentioned that often right next to where the poison oak grows there grows another plant called Manzanita which carries the antidote to the poison.
You see in the photo above the manzanita is the red barked tree.
Jameson and I had to go on an adventure driving along the country roads searching for this manzanita. We finally encountered the thing, chopped off a few branches and brought them home where we made pots and pots of tea out of the leaves and bark.
That night I took a bath in cold manzanita tea.
According to Native American legend, the poison oak should be cleared up in three days.
I'll let you all know what happens on Monday.