Why didn't I wake up with a chest like Toby McGuires?
That's the question I had after this weekend.
I had wondered why I was so tired on Sunday.
And on Monday morning... the pieces all kind of feel into place.
Tiredness. Strange mark on my finger. Slightly tripped out feeling... My finger had been nibbled on by a spider.
Of course, I have no idea what type of spider. I'm knocking wood that it wasn't a red back, or else we could probably safer assume I would be dead by now. But I first noticed the strange itchy mark on my right hand index finger on Saturday night.
Enticed by Andrew's BBQ, and the fact that we seem to be using it on a regular basis lately, I probably was bitten during dinner without realising it. Yes, the sausages were that good (honey and sun dried tomato, or something along those lines... just delicious!)
Then on Sunday... I knew something wasn't right but I just couldn't put my (ahem) finger on it. I was really tired. So tired, I found it hard to stay awake. I caught up with English friend Jason for coffee along with Micheal and Ant, and even checked out some cute furry animals down Chapel Street afterwards, but spent the majority of the day sleeping or in a lazy horizontal position.
Monday morning... it all clicked... and I knew what it was before I even walked into the doctors office. Giving me medication, he warned me that the skin on my finger was likely to get worse before it got better over the next few days, and I was just to keep an eye on myself incase of any unusual side effects. Ahh, the joy of it all.
Speaking of joy... i've decided that it is time for me to get a pet. I feel that, with my necessary 'cutting back' to meet budget requirements in the new year (which will include not going out nearly as much), a loving and doting pet might be just what I need to give me that additional 'sense of purpose'. Ant and I started looking at some kittens the other day, and I think I just need to make some 'kitten-proofing' measures to the house and then i'm right to go. I've even thought of a name for the animal... but I'm not going to say yet until I actually get it (incase the name actually doesn't suit the pet!)
Christmas this Thursday. Ant and I had tried to make a batch of our White Chocolate and Macadamia Nut Brownies the other day, but between using salted butter, white Dove chocolate with salt and adding extra salt, they went from being delicious brownies to 'salty whities'. I've decided maybe I should just buy token gifts for siblings just to get it out of the way instead of the hassle of potential food poisoning with excessive salt levels.
