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| Not sure who's idea of art this is, but I'll have nightmares for weeks now. |
Woke up this morning, 3 days after a steroid fueled, demon mosquito apparently feasted on my right arm and I still have a welt in the middle of my forearm...not like a little bump, a gigantic red welt. I always thought West Nile was a crock of shit, just something the makers of Deet and Off made up one year to increase sales (brilliant move by them, by the way), but now I'm not so sure, going to spending the rest of the day on Web-MD self diagnosing myself with malaria and shit.
If you're a bit of a weird bird like myself, you know that mosquito bites on day 3 are usually right in that sweet spot faze, just itchy enough that you can enjoy scratching it, but not too itchy where it annoys the shit out of you while you're in a meeting with your boss and you're leaning over every four seconds to scratch your ankles. Not a good way to get promoted. Which explains a bit why I'm so disappointed...sure the prospect of disease isn't exactly fun, but missing out on the prime scratching day for a monster bite like this is killing me inside. Just can't bring myself to scratch it in fear of spreading whatever the hell it is, don't know how I'm going to get through this day.
