Knuckles, come home!

"Wait 'til my arms heal and I'll push you back, but still you ain't gone"-Deftones "Can't Even Breathe"

So the last day of band camp would've been okay, but fire ants attacked during the relay race. I woke up yesterday and my left hand was huge and swollen, but I went to the library anyway. When I got home, I took a nap, and when I woke up, my hand was bigger. When my mom got home, she took me to a clinic on Marco.

So, they put an IV in my right arm and pumped medicine in me for an hour. I kinda felt like a moron because I had my pants around my knees (ant bites on my thigh) and a blanket over me, and after the doctor looked and said those bites were okay, nobody would help me pull my pants back up.

Random quote: "A lady was stung on her second toe by a fire ant and she died. Her husband went to get benadryl and when he came back, she had already stopped breathing. It took her sixty days to die"-the Doctor... I still can't figure out why he told me that.

I couldn't remember when my last tetanus shot was, so they gave me another one, and those suck. When they finished with the IV, they left the needle thing in my arm, wrapped it up, and said "Come back tomorrow for more medicine." It's still in there and it makes me nervous. When I woke up this morning, I was hoping my hand would be normal, but it's worse. I don't even have knuckles. It's a freaking Mickey Mouse hand.
 

In conclusion, this weekend sucked. I hate fire ants.

Over and Out