My Swollen Appendage

A writer's existence is tough. Most of us have to work for a living, and I don't mean writing books. I work as a van driver for a local hospice, collecting donated furniture and sundry items (we've had kitchen sinks, canoes, life-sized papier mâché animals, wives, dogs and children, although obviously we've had to refuse certain of these). Jammed fingers, bruised ankles and the occasional loss of blood are all part of the job. Just don't get any blood on the furniture. Last Thursday, however, I was either bitten or stung by something small secreted in a sofa and shortlly thereafter my entire right arm broke out in a rash. Said limb then became red and inflamed and being too busy to call into a walk-in medical centre it was Saturday before I bothered a slightly scared looking pharmacist in Asda. 'That's quite a bad reaction,' he said before selling my some antihistamines. The rash has quelled somewhat but since invaded my left arm and bubbled up in one or two other places. It looks gross, but on a positive note doesn't particularly itch and there have been no other symtoms. In fact I've been feeling quite perky!

I now have a Facebook page dedicated to Ocellus, which is live on Goodreads since I uploaded the info. Likes, shares, visits, reads, friendings and indeed sales are all warmly invited.

I'm a loner at heart. My soul resides on a moon of Saturn. But you're welcome to join me for beer and sandwiches.