It’s been a summer of varmints and bugs and gross stuff. First, the ever-popular mice. Then, I got stung by a wasp. And there was some eye rabies in there, too. Good thing I’ve already locked in My Guy because if it weren’t for that whole legally binding marriage thing? He would be outta here.
I figured The Rule of Three applied, so I was done. Mice, eye rabies, wasp. I was free! Except I was mistaken.
The wasp sting didn’t heal. And then I got what are called “satellites” – basically, a rash away from the original sting. Grooooooss. And one of the satellites was huuuuuuuge. I broke down and went to the allergist.
Now, the allergist was all prepared to do venom testing and find out if I’m cray-cray allergic to wasps and need to walk around with a $750 epi-pen hanging around my neck at all times. Except she took one look at my giant satellite and was visibly disappointed.
“Oh, that’s not a satellite. That’s a spider bite.”
She deflated just a touch. I recoiled. A WHAT?
So, basically, I got bit by a spider in the middle of the night. And now the bite is all inflamed and angry and itchy and gross looking and clearly no one has ever suffered as I am currently suffering. But instead of providing me with a careful treatment plan, the allergist told me two things.
Take some Zyrtec. And watch for necrotizing tissue.
You know. Tissue with necrosis. Tissue that is dying and rotting on my person.
So, My Guy and I have become mildly obsessed with the spider bite. I was all pouty and sad, so we went out for tacos last night. We had to wait 20 minutes for a server, and my sweet husband chalked it up to no one wanting to be around my possibly rotting shoulder. Later, as I responded to a work email, he kept helpfully suggesting, “Don’t mention the shoulder! Avoid all shoulder talk! You can’t let them know!”
At least now I have an easy way to taunt him. “Don’t make me rub my shoulder on you.”
It’s all fun and games until someone’s body starts to rot. Is this what it’s like being a zombie? You get bit by a zombie and you feel a little weird, but you aren’t sure if you really got bit, so you just watch to see if your body starts rotting? Do potential zombies meditate and use essential oils in hopes of staving off the zombieness? Would an ice pack on the zombie bite help?
I’m not sure how any of this is supposed to work. So, I’m taking Zyrtec and icing my shoulder and watching for giant chunks of my body to fall off. Oh, also? I’m burning down my house because SPIDERS? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
|Artist’s depiction of this blog after my entire body rots and falls off in chunks, which my dogs will obviously try to eat because everything in my house is gross. See also: spiders.|