medical mishaps

We're not the sort of guys that go to the doctor very often. 99 out of 100 times neosporin covers all of my first aid needs. Monday morning I awoke with a puffy left facial cheek. "Drat, the makings of a large zit", I thought to myself. Throughout the day though, the swelling became more intense.

Naturally, Monday night was art class. It was the night I had been waiting for, we were going to draw portraits of each other. On the way to class I did a quick examination in the rear view. The puffyness had grown to bizarro levels. No portraits for me, it was a U-turn and homeward bound. Slathering neosporin on my face ,I figured things would be a.o.k in the a.m.

I figured wrong.

I was walking through the house this morning and my brother saw me. "Jesus Christ, what's wrong with your face? You need to see a doctor." That sealed the deal. At this point I am quite sure I was bitten by a brown recluse.

The doctor saw me and immediately had a puzzled look on his face. It didn't bode well. "I am going to send you to a specialist."

Back to work for a few hours as people gave me odd looks.

The nurse showed me into the specialist office. It was a single chair surrounded on two sides by trays containing a series of lethal looking stainless steel instruments. Panic immediately set in and I began to sweat. In my mind, I was working through escape scenarios.

Fortunately, there was no need for any further trauma. I'm now hopped up on a variety of anti-biotics and hoping for divine intervention.