My night with Mr. Mosquito

Ladies and gentlemen, friends and foes, I was attacked last night....by a mosquito!!

I'm not talking a few bites. I'm talking almost 10 bites that have swollen into the size of half dollars everywhere from my neck to my arms to the pad of my left foot. The tip of point finger on my left hand has a bite and is swollen (really awkward) and everyone knows (or should know), I'm left handed! It kind of hurts to type...sounds dumb, but it does.
Lastly, I can now be called the Hunchback of New York as my right eye is almost swollen shut from a bite on my eye lid. Heather can back me up on this.
I woke up at about 2:30 am, itching like crazy. When I woke up, I realized my right eyelid felt really weird, but figured I was really tired. I went to the bathroom to check it out and low and behold, I'm Rocky Balboa after his fight with Apollo Creed! I then tried to go back to sleep in the living room, thinking I would lose the damn blood-drinker...but he followed me.
I awoke again at 4:00 am and took a shower to get the mosquito juice off of me. I had been itching so much that I thought I was making it worse. I didn't really go back to bed after that...was scared of the damn mosquito.
Nonetheless, my vanity has been swept under the rug and I'm at work. I think it has gotten a bit better, but two people at work
have already commented on it.
New York mosquitos are mutant.
What a sexy beast I am. Sloth from Goonies and all.

1 comment:

Roomie said...

I can attest. Carly fought the bug battle and lost. When I saw her this a.m. I almost said Baby Ruth, instead of Good Morning. But in all seriousness I jumped in to roomie action and supplied her with Benadryl...very necessary. She is a pulling a Rocky with the swollen eye of a tiger by coming into work. No bueno. Give that girl a raise!