Man Hands.

Well, I thought I would give everyone an update on my hatred for the friggin' ants down here. On Monday I did some landscape work in St. Augustine. Well, I got bitten twice by an ant on my right index finger. I didn't think much of it at the time except that it is going to itch like a SOB. Well, that itch came at about 4:30 a.m. Tuesday morning. I didn't get much sleep after that since apparently I was scratching it before I woke up so then it was burning. When I woke up I took a look at it and found that it was a little swollen. When I got to the warehouse I showed some of the others and they were mildly concerned. Well, upon my return to the warehouse their concern had elevated considerably, since we could no longer see the knuckles on my first two fingers and the middle knuckle of my index finger was bulging up a good half inch. They thought I should go to the doctor but I told them they were sissies and I would take some Benadryl and ice it and re-evaluate in the morning. By the time I went to bed I couldn't even see the first two knuckles even when I made a fist and that was after a Benadryl and icing it twice. So I took a picture (maybe attached below) and another Benadryl and went into a coma for the night. I was happy to see that the swelling had receded slightly. I spent today painting which I thought would cause the swelling to get worse but it actually receded further and as of this writing (Wed. night) my knuckles are back to normal with the exception of the immediate bite areas and the top of my hand where the fluid has moved. I almost died!! Well, maybe not but I was starting to get a little nervous for a while there. It looks like I'll make it though so my brothers can't count their inheritance quite yet. That's my exciting story for the week.

I the work world they changed some policies around the warehouse for checking out supplies and it has some of the youngsters all worked up. I think some of these kids would get eaten alive out in the real world. They get all freaked out about the smallest things. They need to relax, with the exception of Brian who could almost make me look high strung. Maybe I'll write about him next time. Oh yeah, the ant bite also cost me a rock climbing class at the Y but two of the other guys went and can get me up to speed.

I saw that the high temp here today was 50 degrees above Chicago. That's what I'm talkin' bout.

Time for bed.