How’s that for a bit of drama?
By this afternoon we will have delivered 16 of these Walmart trucks. Another week of this and we will finish this mess.
Joe is beside himself and almost frantic. Something bit me and I’m not sure when it happened.
My right eye had a bite on the eyebrow. Joe took a picture of it last Sunday. When I woke up this morning my right eye was swollen nearly closed.
I’ve been self medicating with Benadryl since last Sunday. Upon seeing my eye this morning Joe has been adamant that I see a doctor. I’m not dying just yet so I don’t see the need.
After we delivered these trucks Joe found a clinic to take me to so I went in. I guess as soon as I get some drugs to counter act the insect bite then he’ll be happier.
I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.
For the want of a rubber hose. Dear God!!! The doctor told me I needed a shot for the MRSA bacteria that is rampant. You never know where those wee beasties have had their fangs.
I HATE shots!! I have a needle phobia. The sight of a syringe puts me in panic mode. All I wanted to do was run.
Joe, on the other hand, was asking the medical staff if he could take PICTURES.
Okay. I had my “Big Girl” panties on and I dropped the top of one side so I could expose a hip. The medical staff were not much help to me. The guy that shot me said it wouldn’t hurt. Of course not. HE wasn’t the one getting the shot so he was not going to feel a thing!!!
Joe, ever the supportive husband, said “Will I be in your way here?” as he lined up his iPhone camera to get it all. Drat and double drat.
Okay, so now properly drugged, prescription filled, and the shot is a distant memory I am ready for bed.
Everyone have a great night. Sleep well and stay safe. Until later….