I think I got bitten by a Brown Recluse Spider sometime this week. For some reason, when I first saw it, I thought it was a ring worm. Now I am pretty sure that I got bitten. This sucks, because I Googled it and I really need to go to the doctor, but I’m afraid to go to the doctor, because we are getting ready to take my nephew to Sea World in San Antonio and I want every bit of my cash to spend on his little ass. Isn’t that horrible? I’ll probably lose this arm in San Antonio and traumatize him for the rest of his life. Or, it will make a heck of a story. How uncle One Man literally gave his left arm so I could have a great third birthday. Naw, I don’t think it’s worth the risk, so here is what I’m going to do. I’m going to wait until tomorrow; we don’t leave until Friday, and see if I can get a last minute visit with my Doctor.
I still can’t believe that I actually have a doctor. When we were growing up we had to the county hospital and waited in line for a life time to be seen. So, unless someone had been shot or stabbed, we rarely went to see a doctor. Oddly enough, when I was younger, people were getting shot and stabbed a lot in my family. Go figure.
Anyway, the little bite is really beginning to look horrible. It probably doesn’t help that I scratch the hell out of it. I almost took my knife to it, but I resisted the urge. I really don’t want this to ruin my trip to Sea World. I’m almost certain that I don’t need to get into swimming pools and stuff with it. Plus, the possible side effect are gonna suck like help, if they decide to rear their ugly head. I’m hoping that any side effects will happen before the end of today or early tomorrow so I can make time to see the damn doctor. I know. I know. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, but I’m a guy. We hate doctors. I know that’s just an old stereotype, but I’m gonna live up to it.
Wow, this is a big change for the post I was going to do about the little gang banging punk that tried to give me attitude and I had to put his ass in jail. I was already to regale you good people with a story about what you don’t see prior to everything going bad. The untold story about the ass hole that sets the police off. There are so many misconceptions out there. If this was that kind of blog I’d be attempting to address them all. But fuck that! I got bit by a spider and the shit is irritating the hell out of me!
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.