Trying so hard to take it easy, and rest in bed during afternoon nap time, even though this is typically when I'd be busy getting things done. And while I'm forcing myself to rest, I catch some movement out of the corner of my eye. And that movement is a spider. IN MY BED. And then I freak out (naturally) and try to jump out of bed as quickly as I can. But of course, I'm recovering from surgery, so jumping or moving quickly in any way is next to impossible, and wildly painful. But I move as quickly as I can (ohmygodithurts) and try to find a shoe. Charlotte wears my shoes everywhere, all the time, and I'm usually irritated that my shoes are left here, there, and everywhere. But of course at this moment, there are no shoes to be found. NONE. WHERE ARE ALL OF MY SHOES?? But I finally find one and run back to my bed (agony!).
The spider is gone. Lost somewhere in by bedroom. So now I'm forced to wonder where he is for the rest of my days. Did he crawl back into my bed? Will I swallow him in my sleep? Will he creep into my ear and lay eggs in my brain?
I think this is the real torture.