Niagara Falls ComicCon has come and gone. I really wanted to attend this year. I had planned to attend this year. I actually had a mission for attending this year. My mission…find someone who I could interrogate about Peter Parker and Spiderman.
This is where I would like you to start humming the Spiderman song because I can tell you I can’t get that song out of my head and I really think it is time I stopped suffering alone. Here is an Aerosmith version of it for you to get in the mood.
It’s a little dark but it seems appropriate.
As a child I wasn’t a huge fan of Marvel comics and its heroes. I was more of an “Archie” kind of gal. Then they started making movies like the first Superman movie and I was hooked. I will watch any movie, good or bad, with a Super Hero in it. Iron Man, The Hulk, Avengers…any of them…all of them…over and over and over again. It may be my actual lack of contact with the original comics that may be the problem and that all my information is based on the movie story lines but I have to tell you I have some questions about Spiderman. Correct me if I am wrong. Mild mannered Peter Parker gets bitten by some kind of super nuclear spider and morphs into Spiderman. Am I wrong here?
My week was a bit busier than usual and I had planned to end it by attending ComicCon. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I attended an intense program in Toronto on Marketing and Social Media. This included having to commute each day along hell’s highway (aka: the 401) into Toronto. Fortunately, my commuter buddies were great company and made the trip very easy for me.
It had been a long time since I sat for 10 hours a day in a classroom. Actually, I don’t think I ever sat that long in my life but as I said it was an intense program and the days were long.
At some point Wednesday afternoon the middle finger on my right hand got itchy and I scratched it. Upon examination I realized I had another spider bite. I say “another” spider bite because I have been bitten by spiders a lot. Brown ones, black ones, white ones, big ones, small ones, all kinds of spiders have feasted on me. I often have a reaction to the bite and I have on several occasions ended up with infection and a course or two of antibiotics. Thursday morning when I woke up I noticed my finger was quite swollen. It took me the whole drive into Toronto to get my ring off with the aid of some hand cream and a lot of profanity and grunting and groaning. By the time we were coming home my finger was throbbing and I was feeling unwell. I can tell you that my commuter buddies were tired of me wagging my middle finger at them and insisting they look at it. Friday I realized that the swelling and redness had moved up into the knuckles of my hand. I waited, not very patiently, for a delivery from Sears between “noon and five” which showed up around 4:30 and finally drove myself to the hospital.
I sent He-Who a text to tell him where I was in case he was looking for me. He wasn’t but appreciated the update anyway. In emergency an IV was put in and a bag of antibiotics was put through. I would need a treatment every 8 hours for the next 8 days. The good news was that arrangements were made for home nurses to come and take care of this. The bad news was that they couldn’t get that sorted until the morning and I would need to come back at 3:30 am Saturday, or as I like to call it “ComicCon Day”, for the next treatment. I had driven myself to the hospital in my car which is a “stick” and I now couldn’t use my right hand so He-Who had to be called to rescue me. I was able to use his car to go back in the wee hours of the morning for the next treatment. When the nurse came later in the day they hooked me up to a handy dandy little portable contraption that would give me my antibiotics every eight hours. Each bag held three treatments and there is a little computer that controls the whole mess so the nurse only has to come once a day.
By Monday morning my hand looked like this.
The IV site had to be moved to the other hand which left me with no hands working. That big swollen hand would not bend for anything.
It was great to not have to spend the whole time in the hospital while this was being done. It was kind of neat to play with the computer and learn how to change my own bags. But come on, the only “web” I got out of this was this stuff.
I have questions Peter Parker!
Seriously, my “Spidey Senses” tell me if I am going to be the one known as the “Spider Lady” at the very least I should have a cool costume.