Charlie came home from work early on Friday because of rain. So early, in fact, that I was still sound asleep. He made fun of me because I was still sleeping at 10 a.m. and I made fun of him because he says that half the day is gone by 10 a.m. He stood by my bed and said, "Get-up-get-up-get-up-get-up!" until finally I couldn't take it anymore and I did, in fact, get up. Grumbly and unwilling, but I did get up. While I was eating my bowl of Lucky Charms, I said to him, "I wish sometimes that you would slow down a little bit and just take it easy instead of always workin' your butt off every day."
Welllll.....be careful what you wish for.
Later in the day on Friday, Charlie showed me a little blister on the web of his right hand. Neither one of us thought much about it, although he did say that it hurt a bit. Saturday when he came home from work his hand was slightly swollen. This morning he slept in a little and I slept in a lot, since I had to work night shift. "Don't wake me up for anything," I said. He threw a pillow at me. About noon he shook me awake. "I know you said not to wake you up, but..." He showed me his hand. "I think I need to go to the hospital." His hand was swollen to about twice its normal size and the web of his hand was red and hot to the touch. He said he was freezing (he must've had fever), and when he put a hoodie on over his t-shirt, I gasped when I saw the underside of his arm. There was a red streak snaking up from his wrist, along his forearm, across the crook of his elbow, and under his arm to his armpit.
Later at the ER, when Charlie showed that to the nurse, the guy said, "Uh-oh, that is not good." The doctor agreed, so Charlie's in the hospital now. It's a staph infection, probably from a spider bite. Charlie's on IV antibiotics and will be in the hospital until the infection clears up. The doctor says he's not sure how long that will be. In the morning they'll decide if they need to do surgery.
I wanted Charlie to take it easy for a few days...but this is not exactly what I meant when I wished for that.