ew gross

Jun 10, 2008 12:57

Yesterday morning I woke up with so many mosquito bites on my legs I thought I had bed bugs. I ripped up all of the blankets much to a sleeping Jeff's chagrin to see if he too had been prey to the bites. No. It was just me and I looked like I had chicken pox. I was in a panic and called my mother at 7:45, on my way to Spadina Station, because I was so worried. It was either bed bugs or a deadly allergic reaction, DUH.

Anyway, as it turns out I had a delayed reaction to mosquito bites. We were at a wedding in Guelph on Saturday night and spent most of our time on the patio. I knew I had had a couple of bites, but I didn't realize that I had... 35. They are all up my legs, my arms, my back and -- this is the weirdest one ever -- the PALM OF MY RIGHT HAND. And here I was scratching my palm thinking that I was going to come in to some money.

I am now slathered in Benedryl cream and look a little less like a leper. As it turns out Jeff has two bites on his legs. They were obviously too busy helping themselves to an all-Amanda buffet to munch on anyone else. He is good, he doesn't scratch and he keeps showing off about how well his bites are healing because of it. Meanwhile, mine are all red and inflamed and infected. Ew gross is right.

From now on I'm not spending any significant time outdoors without being coated in DEET.
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