The Attack of the Monster
For those of you who don't know, there is a monster living under my bed. He's lived there most of my life, mainly minding his own business, going about his life. We've learned to co-exist, me with my life, his life being the realm under my bed. Most of the time life is good and our paths never cross. However, there are times when something happens, whether it's boredom, frustration, hunger, something triggers the little guy and he becomes a whirling mass of spikes claws and fangs. The only way he can placate himself is to attack me.The attacks for the most part take place on a calf muscle. I usually scramble out of bed in a fit of pain, kicking and trying to get the attack to stop. Once I rise to my full height, he usually quits gnawing on my leg. Now there have been a few times when the attack was so severe, more damage than what the monster wished for was inflicted. Once, I fell into my closet, the second, I was tangled up in my blankets, tried to extract myself while he had his fangs sunk into my calf, and failed miserably as I tried to give myself a severe concussion or minor brain damage when my head crashed into the dresser with such force it echoed. Granted I lay there, surprised by my lack of blood, all the while still under the attack. That was a bad night.
This morning, he attacked again. Fortunately, he decided to leave my calves alone. My quad however was a different matter. That little bastard attacked 4 times this morning, with increasing severity each time. I seem to have a bit of a limp since I can feel the after effects of his attacks. Why he keys on me is anyone's guess. Nothing like trying to cry out with raspy voice as you're having your quad eaten by a monster.
Just another wonderful start to a Monday!
posted by Rusty @ 6:52 AM
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