Baking soda saved my sanity

Jamie here. Haseleah's life partner and hopefully soon, her spouse.

So I have a bit of a testimony. 

I would like to testify-ah to the power-ah of baking soda-ah.

If you understood that, you know it was in the voice of a good Baptist/Pentecostal hell-fire-and-damnation preacher. :) I'm a recovering Free Will Baptist but still appreciate the passion of it all. People listen when the preacher is excited enough to end all the important words with -ah.

Although this isn't going to save your soul, it could save your sanity.

BAKING SODA. Indeed.

So I have a history with poison oak and not a good one. It began as a teenager. I was very much focused on God, being the good Free Will Baptist, until ONE day.....

I was naughty. I went up into the hills with the preachers son and.....kissed. Yep. Kissed a lot. Next morning I was covered in poison oak. I decided it was God's punishment for my indiscretion and took the itching like the martyr I was.

To avoid a similar fate, dear reader, memorize the plants in the picture above, before venturing to the mountains for holy or sinful purposes.

Many times since that time, I have had poison oak, although I haven't been able to connect it to a particular sin.

Unless you call weed eating a sin.

Yes, indeed. Every time I weed eat, the next day I find my legs covered. Normal people would wear pants. I'm not normal. I'm convinced each time that I will overcome the demonic weed and triumph in the name of stubbornness.

Alas, I do not.

Last night I felt like a million bugs were underneath my skin. One Benadryl didn't help. Two Benadryl did nothing. Hydrocortisone cream was a failure. My itchy salvation was not even in Benadryl spray.

By this time Haseleah had fallen asleep. We had watched a British show called "Cranford" which felt like some kind of punishment from God in its own right, but it helped Haseleah sleep better. I was hoping for a temporary coma.

But I digress....back to the power-ah of baking soda-ah.

After Haseleah fell asleep, I recalled the use of baking soda for itching and decided to give it a try.

I put the soda in a bowl and added warm water. If the mixture was too runny, I added more baking soda until it was a thick paste. Once ready, I applied it to both my legs. INSTANT RELIEF-AH.

I kid you not. It was better than two Benadryl tablets, hydrocortisone cream and Benadryl spray combined. Within minutes, I was able to fall asleep. If only I had done it before turning on "Cranford", I could have slept through it.

So I hope you can learn from my itchy suffering.

Baking Soda-ah saved my sanity-ah.

Amen.