Tuesday morning, N pulled up a sleeve to show me his arm. There was an angry looking bug bite in the crook of his elbow, the size of a nickel with a red streak headed towards his shoulder. I strongly suggested he call the doctor and get in that day. He didn't argue. The red streak is a symptom we both remember hearing about in years past.
That afternoon, after his stop at the urgent care clinic, he told Fran and I that the doctor told him a red streak often comes later--after other more serious symptoms like shortness of breath and fever. BUT to be safe she wrote him a prescription for an antibiotic and gave him some Zyrtec samples to help with the itching and swelling. It looked much better by Tuesday evening, but now I want to head into the yard and spray those danged, dirty, spiders with even more determination.
Why are there so many this year?
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