Bitten

Okay so I am behind on this post about a month now. One warm and sunny Saturday earlier this fall I went to a football game. Prior to said football game I managed to stand on an ant hill. I did not know I was standing on an ant hill until I felt a stinging and itching sensation and realized I was being attacked. I hopped off of the hill and managed to get rid of the numerous teeny tiny pests. I went on to the football game and aside from an occasional scratch I didn't think much about it. The next morning my foot was covered in welts from the bites. It itched to high heaven. And my entire leg hurt up to my hip. (The bites did not go any higher than my ankle.) I thought that was the worst of it. I was wrong. Monday morning I woke up and could barely walk. My entire foot was bright red and swollen. I had also suffered a bite on one of my fingers. One bite. That single bite made my finger so swollen I could not bend or straighten it. It was just as red and painful as my foot. Needless to say this required a trip to urgent care, followed by steroids and antibiotics. That was not a good week. Or a good month for that matter. I swear, that is the kind of crap that only happens to me...