A couple days ago I was out with Tomlin on a walk and my ankle started itching. I noticed a little white bump, but didn’t think much about it.
The itching got more intense.
My ankle started to swell.
The bottom of my foot started to swell.
I could no longer see my ankle from the swelling.
I walked with a limp.
I wanted to scratch my foot until it fell off my leg.
Can you tell? On my right foot I can actually see veins. I can’t even find my left ankle and I can totally forget about looking for veins. Instead, I should be looking for stretch marks! Look at the size difference!!!!! Look at those fat piggies!!!!!! GROSS!!! WAAAAAA!The scene of the attack. Yes, that little teeny red dot on my ankle turned my foot into a blimp! WAAAAAAA!
This is my third bite this month. It’s getting old and I can’t fit both feet into my heels. WAAAAAAAA!
Can you tell there’s a lot of self-pity going on here?! Hubs packed on the ice packs to reduce the swelling, but no more walking in the grass for me!