the month of may was a waste yall. a. fucking. waste.
i celebrated my birthday at the beginning of the month & then was hospitalized 3 days later from a spider bite. a brown recluse spider. in my bed. at 11pm at night. the events that have unfolded since are worse than the actual terror of being bit by a spider in your sleep & then knowingly going back to bed in that same bed that very night. i spent a couple of days in the hospital with what felt like 24/7 IV antibiotics, a rash covering every inch of my body, a bacterial skin infection on my leg & a wound on the back of my thigh. i was sent home, barely able to walk & in quite a bit of pain. it's been 3 weeks & i've just been released from yet another hospital stay, this time a direct admit from my PCP after she determined the wound had taken a turn for the worst. from what i can tell from the last 12 hours, putting a cream on an already painful wound that eats away bad tissue, sounds just as bad as it is.
moral of the story: don't ever lapse on spraying your house. ever. ever.
or you might lose your leg.