So, I’m pretty much convinced that college is trying to kill me. It hasn’t even been over a month yet and I’ve been in a bike accident, gotten a cold, and gotten bit by some sort of insect (which I’m claiming is a spider).
I think I got bit Thursday night while I was sleeping because when I woke up Friday I noticed something on my arm that looked like a pimple or mosquito bite. I tried to pinch it, but then it really hurt so I left it alone. While I was working that night it started swelling (about an inch in diameter) and hurting really bad.
I disregarded it and when I woke up on Saturday the bite was swollen two inches in diameter and the pain was increasing. This started really worrying me so I asked my nurse friend online what I should do. He told me to start putting alcohol pads on it, and to keep the bite mark covered with a Band Aid. That’s what I started doing, but it still hurt so I then I talked with my paramedic friend online. She told me to go to the doctor (none was available unless I went to the E.R. which was not going to happen) or go swimming so that the chlorine would take the venom out of my body and make the swelling go down.
Jessica, my roommate, and I went to the Tiger’s Grotto at the Rec Center and relaxed in the whirlpool, lazy river, and hot tub for about an hour. On Sunday my bite looked about three inches in diameter, but it wasn’t nearly as red and I hardly felt it. On Monday I went to the Student Health Center to make an appointment and get my arm looked at just in case there was an infection or some other weird thing. Apparently there was some confusion when I was making my appointment and somehow it was scheduled for Tuesday afternoon instead of Monday afternoon. Talk about disappointing…(no pun intended). Lol.
So on Tuesday, after all my classes, I walked back to the Student Health Center and was seen by the doctor. I filled out the paper work (that was fun, NOT) and then waited for about twenty minutes for him to actually come into the examination room. Good thing I brought my iPod because otherwise I would have been really bored since there wasn’t any interesting posters on the walls to look at or anything.
So he asked me about the timeline of events and then looked at my arm. Lol. I kind of laughed in my head because he took a magnifying glass out of a drawer, turned on an additional light and twisted my arm in the most UNNATURAL position. His diagnosis was that I had more of a reaction to the Band Aids that I had been putting on my arm and “oh, what are these little bumps on your legs?” You mean razor burn? That’s what happens when you shave your legs sometimes. In either case, I’m gonna be around for a long time, no insect, cold, or stupid biker is gonna bring me down!