| Once Bitten |
[Sep. 2nd, 2002|04:43 pm]
rejectomorph
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Something must have bitten me as I slept. There's a big lump on the back of my left hand, very near the wrist. It doesn't itch, and it isn't discolored, but it feels warmer than it normally does, and my fingers feel a bit stiff. When I woke up and discovered the lump, I took the bed apart to see if there was a bug of some sort in it, or a spider, but found nothing. I wonder if one of those little bones in there has popped out of its proper place? My hypochondria suggests to me that it is a tumor of some sort. If I still had my paranoia, it would probably tell me that I have a rare parasite of some sort, which will soon come bursting out to spread itself throughout the world. But I think it is probably a bug bite. I'm quite reasonable these days. In any case, whatever it is, it's annoying, and the fact that the bug might still be somewhere nearby and might bite me again is disconcerting. Stupid bugs. |
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