No, these aren't the cute guys in the brown shorts on the calendars - these are Unidentified Parasite Spottings - and if I could only get to page 15 without being timed out, maybe I could read the responses to the first UPS.
If you read the first one, you know it showed up in the middle of the night, an upside down "J" (Thank God he didn't get some buddies together to form the "U" "D" and "I" up my entire arm) on the inside of my wrist. So that one disappeared, hopefully to be seen again at some point in my toilet bowl, leaving only a burned feeling and a scab where the short part of the "J" was.
The next one came Sunday night. The first one I was momentarily confused cause I thought I'd burned myself the night before. But since I don't drink anymore - it's a lot easier to remember things! No wait, that wasn't what i meant to say! Ummm - yeah, I was much more cognizant of what took place the night before.
So this time I was QUITE aware, because I also happened to be in the middle of meditating. So I FELT the burning start on my left hand, and I looked down and part of it was getting red and it felt hot. It was just a small spot, but it was very intense for about a half hour, and then, like Nessie, it went back under and IT left a burn mark too.
And last night while I was in bed, again, another - the inside of my left arm closer to the elbow. Same thing. (And what's with the preoccupation with my HANDS????)
You know how it feels to cut yourself - well, not on purpose of course. But I mean, a fall-down-on-the-driveway scrape feels differently than a burn, which feels differently than if you slice your finger with a knife. And they feel differently as they heal. These are definitely burns - hot when the begin and healing like burns.
(I'm just thinking - if I could harness those suckers and train them to spell Steve's
name on the inside of my arm - think it would impress him? Nah - he'd probably rather stick to simplicities - like my mucoid plaque.)
Still nothing in the poop - guess they are enjoying the unchartered territory of my insides too much. Well, if the medicine doesn't work, I'll follow Ali's method and wine 'em and dine 'em and HIT 'EM ON THE HEAD WITH A TIRE JACK!