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Oct. 3rd, 2010 @ 05:49 pm
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Okay, so, the spider bite on my hand? I'd resigned myself to the fact that it's *totally* going to scar, etc, even though it's not an open wound or anything because my body clearly Did Not Want whatever that thing injected in me and encysted everydamnthing and that's going to take a while to heal, etc.
It hasn't bothered me because it didn't hurt or anything.
But now?
Now it is ITCHING. ITCHING LIKE AN ITCHY ITCHY THING. And I can't scratch it because a) I don't actually want to tear the skin, and the skin is all weird and papery there now, and b) I don't want to risk somehow spreading the toxins around my hand. For all I know my bones will fall out if that happens.
I HATE SPIDERS. I am not arachnophobic, never have been, I'm not scared of them, this is ACTUAL HATE.
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