No....unfortunately this is not a blog post about Halloween, or even a children's nursery rhyme.
Yesterday afternoon I put on a shirt to run up to the church, stuck my arm in the sleeve, and got a very painful bite from a spider. Darn! Right?
By evening it was getting worse and by bedtime my arm looked like it had a balloon inflated inside. I thought, NO! Enough! I am not going to the ER for a spider bite. I got little sleep cause I was up and down all night keeping ice on my arm, which was the only thing that gave me any relief and kept me from clawing the skin right off of my arm.This morning I considered not going to bible study, but went anyway. (So glad I did! It was awesome!) By the time it was over I was desperate for what to do, so I drove straight to Walgreens to ask a pharmacist for a recommendation. She took one look at me and said..."Go to urgent care" Ugh! (By the way, my eyes have now joined in the fun with an allergic reaction)
Shoot me now!
Here I am on the couch, wishing I could go to sleep till this over, and dosing myself with benadryl, steroids, and antibiotic.
Like I said....Shoot me now.
Do you think I could add Nyquil to the mix?
If you discover my body in a few days with the skin clawed off of my right arm, and my eyeballs gone, it is not a serial killer.
Just a crazy old woman who could not stand the horrible itching any longer. :(
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