When I was in high school, I got poison ivy on my face. In my eye, to be exact, and it was so bad that my eye was swollen shut for three days. Being extremely image-conscious (it’s high school, after all), I was mort.i.fied. that my mom still made me go to school. Because not only was my eye swollen shut, the whole area was covered by a raised, red, sometimes yellow-y rash. It was painful, itchy, and it certainly wasn’t drawing the kind of attention I wanted to get from the cuties on the soccer team.