Last Tuesday I was bitten on my side. It was red and itchy and painful. I scratched it, and then put some antibiotic on it thinking that would solve the problem. WRONG! I won't go into details, because it really isn't pleasant...let's just say that I ended up in Urgent Care on Wednesday with a doctor sticking a needle into my side. Ouch!
MK went with me, thank goodness! I'm kindove sensitive when it comes to doctors and needles and such. I have good reason. I never get a cold really. I get attacked by a swarm of yellow jackets (which it turns out I'm deathy allergic to) and end up in the ER where they promptly cut my let open to extract stingers. This happens at least once a year. Well, not exactly that...but something that dramatic. I was 100% sure the doctor would have to cut me as a result of this spider bite. Thank heavens he just jabbed needles in me :)
So, I'm all bandaged up and on antibiotics and feeling rather pitiful during my recouperation. It's not life threatening or anything, but I'm milking it for all it's worth. Every time I clean/dress my wound TEN says "eeewwww...gross". I proceed to pout and then he makes me a steak dinner. I'm kindove thinking I'm not going to let on when I'm all healed!
As I said, I haven't a clue what kind of spider has bitten me. I'm imagining it must have looked like this due to all of the damange he's done: