I am at the doctor. I am so thrilled. I consider it the first phase of my birthday celebration. No. I got bit by a fucking spider. So that's great. And the embarrassing crybaby meltdown I had while trying to find a parking space downtown, the one that had been building up for a number of weeks, most likely, was just icing on the cake of my fabulous almost-my-birthday day.
But. I have a prescription for antibiotics, so I won't die from my "venomous insect bite." I also won't get gross zombie rot like I saw when I googled "spider bite." You should definitely NOT do a Google Image search for "spider bite." (Or "zombie rot," for that matter. Blech.)
In conclusion, I have survived the following today: spiders, downtown, meltdown, the doctor (ARNP, actually, oops), and zombies.
I am so special.
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