Taking My Poison Ivy To Oklahoma

I watched the seconds tick off this morning, waiting and watching for 8:00 so that I could call the doctor's office to make an appointment for this blasted poison ivy.  They set an early appointment time for me (Praise Jesus!), and I might have done a little happy dance while I got ready to go.  At the risk of being redundant, but needing to say it again, this poison ivy stuff is for the birds.  No, actually, I wouldn't even wish it on birds.  It is h.o.r.r.i.b.l.e.  Positively, absolutely, and magnified to the 300th percent horrible.  Like taking a trip down to the depths of Hades horrible. 

I deposited the rascals off at their daddy's office, math books and spelling books in hand, and then skedaddled off to the doctor.  I sat in the waiting room and realized that I would most certainly leave the office with piggy flu in addition to my poison ivy, thanks in part to the sneezy snotty man who insisted on blowing his nose 3 inches from my sleeve.  Thank you so much,  Mister.  Really. 

Finally, they called me back, and I spent a few minutes with the nurse and the doctor, who both started itching just because they looked at me.  Yes.  It is that bad.  The doctor asked if I wanted a shot or pills, and I urged her to give me the good stuff (i.e. whatever works the fastest).  She shot me in the rear.

And you know what?  I didn't care.  She could have shot me a dozen times, and I would have just stayed hunched over that exam table grinning.  Because that shot....well, that means no more clawing my flesh off and feeling like I have alien babies hatching in my epidermis. 

So....two hours later, I am feeling much better.  AWESOME.  She also doped me up with a doozy of a medicine that is supposed to make me sleep until next Tuesday. 

Poison Ivy....bad.  Very very  bad.

In other news, I stretched my spontaneous legs today.  I stretch those legs often, but usually it is just for stuff like impulse shopping an Almond Joy at the check-out counter or the Red Bomb mysteriously driving itself to Old Navy and buying its driver a new shirt. 

But, today, I decided that we would just up and go on a trip.  To Oklahoma.

Now before you think that my brain has been eaten alive by the poison ivy, it really makes more sense than that.  And...if I was just going to up and drive somewhere, I'd drive to Georgia.  Not Oklahoma. 

But let me explain.

The husband is heading out today for a business trip to OK City today, and I was telling him goodbye this morning before he left for work.  Then it hit me.  WE CAN JUST GO WITH HIM!

So we are.

We're loading up in a rental car (which the boys think is the most amazing thing ever) in just a few minutes, and we are heading out.  We're going to swim in the hotel's indoor pool, do school in our hotel room, and go to the OK City Zoo.  And all because...we can.

HOMESCHOOLING SPONTANEITY AT ITS FINEST!!!

This is what I do love so much about homeschooling.  The flexibility to just up and go and try new things. 

So...next time you hear from me, I'll be in good ole' Oklahoma!!