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Now that I can type at full speed again, allow me to expand on my earlier tweet this weekend that pretty much summarized my Saturday.

Tweet: I drove myself to the ER this morning and am now on a lot of medication. Curse you whatever bit me two days ago!

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It all began on last Thursday evening. After helping my cousin unload the stuff from my car to his car, I went back into my house to find a mysterious itchy spot on my hand. Nothing but a typical mosquito/spider/”fill in the blank” blood sucker’s bite, I foolishly thought to myself. So I ate a benedryl and dabbed some hydrocortisone ointment on it as the doctor had instructed me a few weeks ago when a similar situation took place.

The next day, a large lump had formed on my hand but I was still not alarmed. I guess having had welts from previous allergic reactions to bug bites (especially from bugs east of San Francisco…..this includes Hawaii, Japan, Taiwan and Hong Kong), I figured that thats just my typical reaction. Throughout the day, I slathered my hand with hydrocortisone and iced it. While it was quite obvious that this lump was growing (which I suspect was, in part, aggravated by the ice and the hydrocortisone, I remained in denial that anything was wrong.

Cut to the next morning at 6:30am…I wake up with the most insufferable itching sensation in my hand, which pretty much looked liked a balloon at this point. The swelling had consumed my hand to the point where I had no knuckles and I could not make a fist. To top it off, the swelling was slowly making its way up my fingers and down my wrist. At this point, I said to myself, “Gee wiz, golly, gosh, gosh, I think its time to seek medical assistance.”

Now here’s the tragic part of this tale. It’s 6:30am on a Saturday morning. All of my “housemates” and usual emergency contacts are either an hour plus drive away (i.e. Sacramento, Newport Beach and Salinas) or they were very likely sleeping like a rock. I resolved to take myself to the ER, even if I would need to drive with one hand. Then after about 15 minutes of trying to locate a hospital online through my new health insurance plan, I said, “Fuck it!” My GPS will sooner find the emergency room than this useless Web site. And off I went in search of a doctor.

The amazing part of this story is the fact that when I arrived at the emergency room around 7:30am, there was absolutely no body there. It was the most beautiful site that I had ever laid my eyes on (okay, maybe not but you get the picture).

Long story short, I was diagnosed with both an allergic reaction to whatever bit me and cellulitis (a bacterial skin infection that causes swelling, redness and warmth). Now I am currently on a diet of antibiotics (4 pills every day for 7 days), cortisone (2 a day for 3 days) and antihistamine (4-6 pills a day depending on the allergic reaction for about 3 days.

When I saw my brother later that night and showed him my hand, this is what he had to say: “Jeezes, what’s wrong with you. Haven’t you built any immunity to these bug bites by now?”

Three days later, I am happy to report that I can now make a fist even though my knuckles are still a little puffy.

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