Thursday, July 8, 2010
Close to Nowhere
I’m one of those people who have always been afraid of spiders. I’m not afraid of them anymore.
Terrified, horrified, panic-stricken — those are still not descriptive enough words to describe just exactly how I feel about spiders now.
I’ve seen the movie “Arachnophobia” several times. The exterminator, John Goodman, has always been my favorite part. I hate the spiders!
Last Thursday, I went to a Photoshop seminar at Ole Miss, sponsored by the Mississippi Press Association. Naturally, I wore something other than my customary T-shirt and jeans.
And, naturally, the second I got home, I headed straight to change from my “good” shirt and jeans to my ratty T-shirt and baggy cotton pants.
As I pulled my shirt off, I thought I’d scratched my arm. I had to look at it in the mirror, as it was nearly on the underside of my upper arm. Didn’t look like a scratch — it was turning red already.
I called Pop in there to look at it and he said, “spider bite.”
I said, “Naaah — I’ve never had a spider bite before.”
Apparently, never having been bitten by a spider does not mean that you’re immune to being bitten by a spider.
The good news is that I didn’t die from it. The bad news is that some people do die from brown recluse spider bites. Pop was positive that it was a brown recluse.
Yes, I was lucky enough to be bitten by a brown recluse!
Friday, I itched a lot; Saturday, I had blazing red patchy places and my entire body itched — the spider bite site hurt too badly to scratch, but I made up for that by scratching the entire rest of my body.
Sunday, I was in agony. Everyone at church looked at the now horrible-looking place on my arm and said, “Go to the doctor; you’ve been bitten by a brown recluse spider!”
Not me! I’m too tough! I don’t need no stinkin’ doctor!
Ha! Monday at work, when everyone said, “Go to the doctor!” I was through arguing. Mostly because I was in so much pain that I wanted to go to the doctor.
After work, when I finally saw a doctor, he walked into the room, looked at my arm and said, “Oh, a brown recluse spider bite.”
I’m writing this on Tuesday afternoon and I am in worse agony.
If you see a spider of any sort, run! And just so you’ll know what one looks like...
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