Ouch

I’ve got an unfortunate photograph stuck in my mind. I look down at my feet, and there it is—its sinewy body with wavy, diamond-like patterns, camouflaged against the gravel walkway—the copperhead snake that bit me.

Random thoughts:

I resent my misfortune.

When asked to rate my pain, after arriving at the Duke emergency room, I answered “10" for the first time in my life.

In conversations with others, I’ve learned that I’ve experienced many people’s worst nightmare.

It’s no accident that the writer of Genesis chose a snake for his nasty mission.

This bite is the straw that broke this Yankee’s back.