This is just not my week. On Sunday, I baked cookies. I did one of those automatic brainless things and put my hand on the cookie sheet to steady it when I was removing the cookies with a spatula.
Ouch. It wasn’t a bad burn, but fingers have tons of nerve endings, and it hurt like a mutha…
Monday, during Si’s two hours of back to back lessons, I decided to wander down to the beach. The tide was in quite a-ways, but there was still some beach. There’s a cliff that runs along the full, wide stretch of sandy coastline. At one point, the cliff side slopes out, so if the tide is in too far you can’t get past this point. The tide wasn’t in too far. There were a couple of inches of water, so I picked my way along a rocky ledge over the water, finding a path across the breach.
Except… except the biggest sneaker wave I’ve ever experienced crashed in when I was about a third of the way along. I saw it coming, but there was little I could do about it from my tenuous position. The force of the wave, about three feet over my perch when it reached me, was enough to knock me off the ledge, and it freaked me out a lot because the water kept rising. It stopped about half-way up my torso, so I wasn’t in any real danger, but it was COLD, and it shakes you up to find yourself trapped against a cliff face with a great big ocean pouring in on you.
I didn’t like the sensation;
nor the sodden drippy walk about a quarter mile back, and up the steep road to drive home quickly and change before dance got out.
Eventful week. There’s more.
Yesterday… I won’t talk about the more personal contents of what befell yesterday, but in the realm of the purely physical, I noticed I’d been bitten by something yesterday morning. I noticed it a lot more about four hours later, when an area of about three and a half inches diamater around the bite had turned pink and swelled, alarmingly.
Some kind of spider. Obviously venomous. And likely still clinging to the underparts of my bed. Ugghh. I don’t think it’s an emergency since I haven’t keeled over yet, but it’s unpleasant. I had a few heart palpitations, but I’m weighing the cost of an emergency room visit against the fact that I still seem to be functional, and I think since I let it go 24 hours I might as well let it go 24 more and see what happens. I hope I don’t end up with an ugly mark that never heals on my leg. That would piss me off.
So that’s my week truncated. Burning, drowning, poisoning. . . I wonder, oh I wonder what tomorrow holds in store.
Maybe I should just stab myself in the eye and get it over with.
In this charming, side-raised pic of my appendage, it’s kinda hard to see the area infected with poison. I was messing with settings, and when I underexposed it all the way, the poison part showed up eerily vivid. Also, it made my whole leg look dead which put me in mind of the fun little story they’re discussing at Unrealistic Expectations. Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t tell me you have something better to do than ogle my boo-boos.