SWOLE.

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Okay, so Sunday morning (yesterday) I was at work.  At about 0715 HRS, I felt an itching on my left forearm.  I looked, and there were two little bitty things that looked like skeeter bites swelling up.


The little swole up deals were about 1/2" apart.  This seemed odd to me.  First of all, skeeters do not bite me.  Since I quit eating beef, pork, or fowl at age 28 (23 years ago), I've probably had no more than 4 skeeter bites.  Skeeters don't love me any more.  Which is okay with me.


But I thought to myself, "Well, here are two little bites that are swelling up.  I think I'd have noticed if a little snake had bit me...ya' know...two fangs about half an inch apart."  I'm pretty sure a snake did not bite me at work.


Anyway, we had a wonderful event to attend yesterday afternoon (a College graduation where 4 young people that we know and love were rewarded), and during the event the itching stopped.  But, I noticed that my left forearm began to swell a little bit where the bites were.  This morning I woke up, and saw about a 4" x 2" welt on my left forearm.


I hadn't been awake very long before #3 son (my Army Medic son) stopped by the house to make a vehicle swap.  I said, "Look at this."  He said, "Man, your forearm is really swollen up there," and he took a Sharpie from the pencil can on the kitchen counter and drew an outline of it.  He said, "Watch it close, so you'll know whether it's getting bigger or not."  We decided I should take a Benadryl, and keep tabs on it.  Which I did.


So, it's been bugging me all day...waiting for it to run its course, and for the swelling to subside.  I asked The Mrs. a couple of hours ago to take a look, and she said, "Well, it looks like maybe it's getting bigger.  It's hard to tell what is swelling, and what is muscle."  (Now, this is completely understandable because I have massive, muscular forearms due to the fact that I just do.)  "But, I think it might be getting bigger," she said.


I think she's right.


I'm thinking I might ought to get it looked at.  But, there is a real problem.  Andy does not go to the doctor.  I don't even have a doctor, but I could go to a walk-in clinic I guess.  But, doctors, and clinics are not something that I do.  The last time I went to a doctor was when I was about 29 years old...and that was because I'd been cut with a rusty piece of metal (on my right wrist), and it looked like blood poisoning was setting in (turned out that it wasn't).  The last time before that was when I was 13, and broke a leg at the skating rink (no option there...had to do something about that).


Anyway, I'm gonna keep watching it...but as I type here, it looks like my left forearm is approaching Stage II Popeye.


Spiders don't make two holes about 1/2" apart, do they?

Damned snakes...