My poor finger.
I crawled back into bed and tossed and turn because of my finger…. then I remembered…
I was trying to evict a spider from my kitchen Saturday while working on dinner but it escaped in the exhaust grill of the dishwasher. I remember feeling something when I tried to grab the lil sucker to throw him outside but I didn’t think about it. So, I’m just guessing that I was bitten by the spider which explains why is started bothering me Saturday night and why it’s not getting better.
It wasn’t a poisonous spider so I’m so too freaked out. I just know that my finger hurts! A LOT! And I’m not a whiner so you know it must really hurt for me to go to the doctor.
As Superdad once said,
I can certainly attest to the fact that she really is worthy of the title. Supermom, even in pain, does not like to sit still. And in the time we have been together she's suffered her fair share: two (more) children; twice as many kidney stones; and various other issues to deal with, none of which she's ever really complained about. She has a certain strength of character. (You just know that if she got shot she'd sterilize the wound with whiskey, take a swig and dig the slug out with the paring knife...not because she's tough or trying to prove anything mind you but because it's just what has to be done.)
So, there you have it.