Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like curling up in the feotal position and dying.
I got bitten by some scabby insect on Sunday by monday night I have a red ring around the bite, about the size of a golf ball, its sore and has a burning feeling, so I come home from work at 2am.
Tuesday the rash is now the size of a tennis ball, so I go to the doctor $43 later I walk out with a pen mark circling the rash and some antibiotics.
And a night of work.
Wednesday still feeling snotty and grotty and the rash is now bigger than the size of a softball, but the antibiotics are kicking in. to make my day worse I go to take my engagement ring off my bed side cabinet and cant find it, so I think back to sunday ( the last time I saw it ) and remember that I had hayfever real bad and left some tissues on there.
After searching high and low, the thought comes to my I must have picked it up with the tissues and it had gone in the rubbish. Bloody rubbish was picked up on Monday.
The worse part was having to ring my hubby and tell him, but he still loves me
