Why me .. again? Yesterday I kept telling myself . . think positive! It doesn’t involve chemo and it doesn’t involve planning a funeral . . it’s only a spider bite but I can’t help but ask myself . . why is it always me and never Vince? Not that I wish this on anyone else but it just doesn’t seem quite right that so far, I’ve been bitten by a black widow, stung by a scorpion and this time, it was the dreaded brown recluse. Not that it makes the pain any less but both other incidents were on my right food and this time it’s my left foot.
I was outside with Rita and I saw it happen but that spider was quick . . or maybe I was slow. It didn’t hurt so bad at first. It was Friday evening when he bit me but by Saturday morning, I was in pain and by Saturday night, I was thinking . . ER . . but didn’t go. We talked to the doctor and since I was already on the antibiotic for bronchitis, he thinks I’ll be ok but he wants me to check it and let him know how it’s doing on Tuesday.
It’s going to be a while before I’m able to wear a shoe so that means no gardening, no going out to go shopping . . sit home and knit. No, even with that, it wasn’t worth getting another spider bite.
At least it wasn’t a rattlesnake!