Ok, so I didn't go running this morning.
I ended up at the A&E last night until 1am, getting my finger looked at. On Saturday, I noticed a small round cut on my finger. On Sunday it had a bright red blood-blister-ish looking thing around it. By the time I banged it on a shelf at 10 last night, it was twice the size.
So off I trotted to the doctor, who took one look and asked, "so, did you see the spider when it bit you?".
Spider? Here I was, terrified of necrotising fasciitis (did I spell that right?) and it was just a silly spider bite.
Anyway, it looks extremely gross, so I'm not taking a photo. You'll just have to use your imagination. It's over a centimetre in diameter.
I think the spider bit me when I was gardening without gloves (and yes, I thought at the time that I would regret it). What on earth would induce me to garden? Jesus. Only Jesus. Here's the link for the reason why I was weeding on a sunny Saturday...http://vimeo.com/20717506
All that to say... I didn't run.
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