A Mismatch of Events...

So last night around 11pm, I'm lying in bed with my Shihpoo, Maggie. We're in the dark, but I'm on my cell phone just checking facebook for the 145,785 time when Maggie makes a little noise. I think it was just a yawn or something cute, so I turn the light of my phone towards her... only to spot a big white spider crawling up my pillow towards my face!! ACK! I made a very girly shriek and batted it away. Then of course I jump up and use my cell-flashlight to try to find the little... spider. Ahem. Luckily what I found was it's mushed little body that I disposed of with a kleenex. Shudder. I absolutely have arachnophobia, so I'm proud of myself for getting rid of him instead of calling for someone to do it for me. This is one major reason I need a man in my life. I need a full-time hero/exterminator. I don't do bugs. Especially spiders. Icky.

Across town in the summer, there was a 3-legged coyote that was snatching small dogs and cats. Well he must have gotten its fill from over there and moved on... because he's been spotted on my street. I live on a dead end with a field and forest at the end, and apparently he's hiding out somewhere in there. Maggie has been on house arrest since I found out. This morning, there were two cop cars in front of my house. We figured that someone called them because of Tripod the Coyote. Our neighbourhood watch leaders have been posting signs in the area to warn everyone. But no, we were wrong. Instead we watched the cops take my next-door neigbours son into the squad car and drive him away. Awesome. This is not the first time this has happened either. But at least this time there were only two cars and not six like before.

I got my stitches out today! One more milestone closer to being healed. I'm only celebrating now, though. At the time, it was incredibly stressful. The nurse I dealt with today is one of three that I see for my antibiotics and wound dressings. She is the oldest, and the least friendly. It's not that she's antisocial, I just think she feels like she's under pressure and rushed, so she's always very stressed. If I try to make conversation, I get one-word answers in return. But whatever. It's not as though I need this woman to like me or even that I have to like her. I only see her for 20 minutes a day. However, it became a whole new story when she went to take my stitches out.

Her hands were shaking. And I mean shaking. And she is coming at me with a giant pair of tweezers and a very sharp stitch cutter. I couldn't hold my tongue. I told her straight up that her shaking hands were making me nervous. She was not impressed. She said she has arthritis and that her hands shake when she does intricate stuff like this. And all I could think was... so maybe you shouldn't be doing it? I wanted to ask for someone else to take over. But I'm too nice, and I felt badly, and I didn't want to be rude. Even though this is my wrist we're dealing with. So I decided to let her go ahead, and just couldn't watch. While I had my head turned and my eyes shut tight, she explained everything she was doing in detail and was friendly and calm and almost sweet. And she didn't maim me. Always a plus. Now I can't help but think now that I should have asked for someone else and not risked it. The potential for harm was too close for comfort.

So that has been my night/day so far. Now I'm going to go check my room for spiders (but not too carefully, in case I find one).