When was it, like two months ago when I was fussing about a spider bite that wouldn't go away?
I've got another one. What the heck? Our house has been infested with tiny spiders this summer. I vacuum and I vacuum and I vacuum and still I find spider webs every damn where.
So I have another bump about six inches above the last one, which if you remember correctly, was on my boob. So this one is not on my boob. They're not that long. Perverts.
Although I do wonder if this means that I really am going to die from inflammatory breast cancer like some of you warned me. Thanks, once again, for scaring the crap out of me. Not that I can do anything with the warning that you gave me except find myself locked into a mental ward somewhere, unless and until it starts to actually look like it's a cancer issue rather than the spider bite I'm sure it is. Or bed bug bite. However, I'm sleeping on a totally different bed since the last time this happened. Brand new sheets and comforter, even. So if it's bed bugs, they've taken over the entire second floor and we may just want to move out.
What's hysterical about this time, hahahahahahahaha!, is that I put a bandaid over it because my shirt was rubbing against it and irritating the hell out both the bite and me. And, there's another bite or zit or two in the same area, so I put another bandaid over one of those.
The bandaids started to irritate me last night so I took them off when I put on my pajamas. When I got up this morning and hopped into the shower, imagine my surprise when I saw the outline of the frickin' frackin' bandaids on my chest and shoulder.
Apparently I'm allergic to bandaids.
Cripes.
It's just a good thing that I don't have to go anywhere today that would involve a strapless dress.
But seeing as how my shirt is already irritating my irritations, strapless wouldn't feel too bad right now.
What in the hell am I supposed to do about this? I'll head over to Walgreens and have a little consult with the pharmacist. She if s/he has any suggestions for me.
I also need suggestions about what to do about my damn cats. One of them is crapping on the furniture. Last week we found poop on one of the beds in the basement and last night we found poop on Thing 2's bed, next to his pillows.
What the heck is up with that?
Anyone want a couple of cats? I'd be thrilled to be rid of the both of them right about now.
I want to go back to sleep. Is that so wrong?
10:10 a.m. - September 20, 2006
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