| Sep. 21st, 2009 @ 05:54 am Yeauch |
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Current Mood: ew
So my sister had this "spider bite" on the inside of her thigh, and she moaned and bitched all day the day before yesterday. This is all very normal, except for usually, they're just pimples or something in odd places that she squeezed too hard or whatever and tried to pass off as something else. Then yesterday she stopped moaning and sequestered herself in her room. And yesterday afternoon I spied her hobbling back from the bathroom with a silver-dollar sized browny-blackish spot on her leg. We tried to tell her to go to the clinic, she didn't. At about 9 she basically poked her head into the emergency room at the hospital around the corner, saw a girl having a siezure and another coughing up lung butter into a washcloth, and decided to come back home.
At 3 in the morning she texted me to ask if I'm awake. Of course I was, I have the loudest text tone imaginable and she knows this. She made me take her to the hospital where, after two hour's wait the tiny little hobbit doctor informed her it's staph. Ew.
Anyway. He cut it open and drained it and that was disgusting but strangely compelling, and she screamed a little and actually bit my hand. And then he packed it with this little white ribbon thing and she bit me again. It was quite gross.
If I get staff I shall never forgive her.
It is now 6:06 in the morning and I have to get up for work in 4 minutes. Hoofuckingray. |
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