My son, who is now 29, still screams like a girl when he encounters a spider. For as long as I can remember, though, he would not let me "dispose" of the critter. I had to take it outside. Well, I've turned over a new leaf, and if a spider comes into my territory, it gets stepped on. Unfortunately, the other night, one apparently crawled into my warm cozy bed with me and had a feast. I have three bites, two of which are infected. One bit is on the tip of my right pinkie and the red stripe runs to my wrist.
Soooo, I went to the doctor today.
This is one of her exam rooms.
Isn't it amazing? I think my blood pressure always registers low when I am in this room.
Her other room is an African Savannah. A high school student painted the rooms in 2003, I believe. I think it was his senior project.
So anyhow, I'm on antibiotics and in alot of pain and just pooped out. Even so, I did manage to get my carrots pickled, and I will write about that tomorrow.