A foot the size of sweden

I do not have much superstition, or believe much in higher powers, but it seemed strange that just after Sara and I had a long talk about lethal and dangerous insects in Italy I was bitten by one. The discussion did end with up in a deciding that we had different definitions of dangerous, agreeing that there was none of them close and finished our breakfast. Either way I was bitten by some insect, the bite had the size of a moschito bite the first day, a bit bigger and red the next, yesterday the size of Sweden. So when I finally gave up my masculine stupidity and asked Sara if she could make an appointment with the doctor, I almost couldn't walk any longer (it is on my ankle)
In all fairness, I should mention, that the theory of my doctor, was that I was probably not bitten by one of those dangerous insects, just dumb enough to scratch a harmless insect bite, and let it get infected.

Now I am home in bed (well untill just got up to share my pain with you :-)), and eating antibiotic pills, and in recovery. Going back to bed now, my foot is hurting again. Luckily I have my brother in pain close to me - Teo, our dog, is close and his back leg is hurting too... Different members of my family has suggested that he is just a hypochondriac, and hurting because I am, yet others have suggested that I am the hypochondriac, and Teo is the only one in real pain.

fun fact: if you google "dangerous insects italy" the third in the list is the "history of italy as a monarchy", wonder how that fits together :)