Saturday, January 03, 2009

My Dice with Death

I got bitten by a spider today. At least that's what I'm pretty sure it was. I had two small puncture wounds on my finger, and it stung like crazy.

I was actually asleep on the sofa at the time. I had put a DVD on, was mooching on the sofa and drifted off, only to be woken by my hand really stinging. I looked down to see the bites, leapt up and hunted through the sofa for the culprit, but couldn't find it. Of course then I began to worry just WHAT bit me, as with all this rain all sorts of bitey things are coming inside. So I popped down to my friend Di's (she lives in my street) for a cuppa and to have someone around to make sure I didn't pass out or anything. I don't mess around when it comes to bitey things.

A good dose of antiseptic cream, a cuppa and a couple of hours passing by has assured me that my hand isn't going to drop off and I don't think I'm going to die.

I would have been really pissed off if I'd suffered any kind of real damage. I mean, I was doing the safest thing in the world... sleeping on the sofa! For God's sake, if one can't sleep on the sofa in safety... what hope is there in this world? It's not like I'm out in the bush, braving nature at it's fiercest.

How dare anything jeopardise my sloth time?

2 comments:

Katagal Kapers said...

I quite understand your indignation upon being disturbed in your slothfulness! I was awoken one evening by a spider dropping upon my forehead, whose life earlier in the evening I had spared from my grandmother's wrath and can of Baygon and the little bugger decided to land on my forehead whilst i was slumbering, let me tell you, I have never levitated from my bed before or since but I did that night straight out into the hallway yelling my head off and demanding the can of Baygon be used forewith immediately

tlcur107 said...

You're so right hon. If you aren't safe mooching on the sofa, then where are you safe? I'm glad to hear you're ok. That would freak me out too.