What I thought yesterday was "death-by-spider" is now shaping up to be "not-death-by-bra." Boy, does that sound lame.
Has anyone ever had a bruise develop from your bra being too tight? I think that's what's happened to me, thanks to those extra 10 pounds (from last summer's trip, see pic at right) plus my refusal to buy new bras lately. But this particular bruise (or whatever) has developed at the same time that I had 24 hrs of low-grade fever and body aches. And there's a spot near the bruise that my mom says looked kind of like a bite, but I think it's just a mole that also got rubbed raw by the too-tight-bra. Still ... does that part make sense? I was really freaked out by the idea of a spider bite, because in this particular location it could only have occurred while I was sleeping in my bed. WHich - just - ew.
Anyway, now that my fever is gone, I don't think I'm going to die. Probably there are no spiders in my bed. I'm just harboring a bit of resentment that GIH wasn't falling all over himself to take care of me in my hour of panic and need. Or even doing/saying anything at all. So I picked another fight this morning about "why don't you love me?" which just made things worse, as usual.
Gee, any wonders why I haven't been blogging lately?
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How's this all going? Are you feeling better than you were earlier today? Did you get that rest you were planning on?
I'm so glad you're not gonna die! I like reading your blog. Come see us in Deutschland! See if it has changed! Kim
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