Most people try to find something fun to do when they have a three day weekend. Me, well, I closed the bookstore and had to pack orders from what I believe was the single busiest day in the store’s history. I haven’t done the math yet, but it may have been the best month we ever had. That’s the way I wanted the store to go out, so I shouldn’t complain.
I can complain about painting the living and dining rooms. Two coats of sickly pea green and three coats of diaper brown. I put my back out the first day and had to stop. The second day I didn’t eat enough, worked in the sun, and got very dizzy from breathing the paint fumes. Yeah, pretty stupid. I was preoccupied with some other disaster happening in email.
After eating, resting and finishing the job, the kids (who seem oddly attracted to wet paint) were put to bed. As I sat on the couch, I must have, in my leisure, offended some minor deity. The wind changed direction and the smell of something formerly living, but now rotting, started drifting into the house. It’s about this time that I began to suspect the zombie invasion. After all, they do seem to be everywhere these days.
Today I was back at work.
[flashback] Eamonn, the boy terror, bruise my leg two weeks ago. Yeah, I don’t learn. The boy is a ninja-in-training at 4 years old. [/flashback] It’s been odd since. Over the weekend, that section of my leg turned bright red. Today, walking hurt, so I left work early and went off to my favorite place in the whole world…. the doctor’s office.
Doctor: So what’s wrong today?
Me: This. (show him my leg)
Doctor: Oh my.
I hate it when that happens.
Long story short, the burning pain in my leg is either Lyme (he thinks he sees faint rings), an infection from the bruise (thanks Eamonn, I will get you), a bug bite that infected, or my personal favorite: a tick bit me on the bruise, caused an infection and gave me Lyme. Now that’s one particularly angry tick. Maybe even a zombie tick.
So begins my one-legged antibiotic adventure…
maryrobinette
Oh Neil, forgive me, but I had to start laughing at the pile of misfortune involved in “a tick bit me on the bruise, caused an infection and gave me Lyme.” It’s just so monumentally unfair that it doesn’t even seem possible.
I am also making a mental not to stay far, far away from Eamonn.
wyrmadmin
When things like this start happening I often find myself laughing at it, so by all means, laugh away.
As for Eamonn, I tend to be the recipient of his injuries to others. It could explain why I’m developing a complex when it comes to that kid. 🙂
j_cheney
hmmmm….
Tick bites that turn people into zombies…spreading across the west coast. That sounds like a story in the making.
wyrmadmin
Set it on the east coast and all the zombies can have Lyme disease. Hilarity ensues.
ogre_san
Wow. And here I was fussing because I had to work Monday.
wyrmadmin
🙂 I live in a warped little world, so work often pales in comparison.
eiriene
What I want to know, is why you’re painting the living room and dining room? And why in colors that you seem to hate?
wyrmadmin
🙂 We’ve lived here for ten years and it was time to paint the room. Lisa has been asking for colors on those off-white walls for, oh, all ten years.
They aren’t an exact match with the colors we picked, so I’ve been less than merciful in renaming them. Despite that, with the trim done, furniture pushed back in and the paintings back up, it should be nice. It’s not nearly as much fun to paint the walls in “Lotus” and “Spanish Leather”.
stitchinthyme
Not sure whether to laugh or cry for you. Ouch! 🙂
lisaclarke
Hey. You’ve been tagged.