First of all, my dear readers who have sent me such kind emails, tweets and have asked me some great questions, let me take a moment to navel gaze and tell you of the Spider Bite tragedy. At least I think it’s a tragedy.
My vote is the only one that counts.
I didn’t see the spider but the bite isn’t as big as this picture that I found online. It’s on the top of my foot and looks more bruised than this one but remember we got to the doctor quick. He told me what I’d been bit by because I had no idea. I thought I might have bruised my foot or something. I’m not a medical professional. I did have a little experience with this before due to Killa who suffered much more than I have when she was bit last year. I think it is inadvertently because of her, seeing her go through hell last year, that made me get to the clinic pronto.
I just knew I was feeling weird and my foot swelled up like a golf ball and my leg started cramping about an hour in. And I felt weird. Thus far, I’ve only had abdominal and leg cramps. We caught this in time before it did any real damage although Day 2 has been much rougher than Day One.
So I went to the doc who told me “That’s nasty” and then gave me some scrips and promptly went home to get nauseous. Ahh, nausea how I adore thee. (The Summer of 2008 will go down in Newscoma’s life as the one where I burned out due to excessive overload. I’m going to be as gray as Phil Donahue by the Fall.)
The only thing I can tell you is my experience as I don’t know yours.
A.) I’m glad it wasn’t a brown recluse. Those bites rot your skin.
B.) It feels like someone has hammered a railroad stake into the bottom of my right leg where the point has settled in my hip.
C.) The cramps are from this suck. Truly a big old cup of suckage.
I wish to apologize to the Gods. I must have been a bad girl with Steve Austin, strep throat, my chief staff writer out this summer, the black widow bite, the canceled vacation and other various things.
The GOOD NEWS: As terrified as I am of spiders, I can say that this didn’t kill me and I didn’t completely freak out. Good does come out of bad things. And, to be honest, it could have been much worse.
NavelGazing Coma. That’s my middle name today.