I went back to the doctor this morning. (Actually I didn't go back, so much...I went to my regular doctor, since he charges merely an arm, and not an arm and a leg, like the urgent care people.) The spot had grown a bit, and it was definitely redder, so I figured a change of antibiotics might be in order. The doctor agreed, gave me one that's better at treating drug-resistant bacteria, in case that's a factor, and also said part of the problem might be that I'm still reacting to the venom of whatever bit me. He even said the dread "recluse" word--but quickly reassured me that if I was going to have an extreme reaction and end up with a big ol' necrotized hole in my arm, that probably would have already happened. Whew!
I went ahead and scrubbed off the nearly indelible purple sharpie drawings on my arm, as I was getting tired of people asking if that was a new tattoo. Seriously? Do you think I have such hideously bad taste as to TATTOO a big red blotch and some purple circles and squiggly lines on my forearm? (Don't answer that.)
Hopefully this new drug will kick in soon, and I can stop looking like a leper.
Did any of you ever sing this particularly tasteless little ditty in your youth?
(To the tune of the Beatles' "Yesterday.")
Leprosy...all my skin is falling off of me...I'm not half the man I used to be...
Oh leprosy...came suddenly.
Syphillis...it all started with one simple kiss...now what's this burning feeling when I piss?
Oh syphillis...came suddenly.
Anyone? Just me and my friends? Okay then.