Background info: we were discussing how we both have always been impressed with how the Harry Potter books have been translated into movies….
Mom: I’m usually disappointed in books made into movies but even Quidditch is what I pictured when I read the book.
Me: Oh, I know. Down to the stadium.
Mom: Even down to the Golden Snitch. I always thought in my head it looked like a little spider and OH MY GOSH that’s it! The spider!
Me: Oh I know. That’s how I saw too.
Mom: No, no! The spider! It was the spider! That’s what did it. That was the turning point.
Me: No, it wasn’t the spider. It was Snape’s avada kedavra…. (it is not abnormal for our conversations to run like this…I thought I knew where she was going.)
Mom: No! The spider! On the camping trip! (I can hear her wildly gesticulating through the phone.)
Me: Which book?
Mom: No, the camping trip Dad and I took you on when you were a toddler. I was pregnant with your brother and we thought it would be fun. You got bit by a spider and we had to take you to the emergency room in the middle of the night. You were having a hard time breathing and looked like you were covered in bruises.
Me: So, we’re not talking about Quidditch anymore?
Mom: And they had to give you a shot. And we went back the next day for the tent and everyone there thought we’d left because I’d gone into labor.
Me: Or Harry Potter?
Mom: It was definitely the spider!
Me: You have definitely lost me.
Mom: The spider! Your RA! I bet the spider bite is what made your immune system go wacky.
So, it appears that my mom thinks my RA was caused by a rheumatic spider bite at age 1 with no real symptoms manifesting until age 26. Nice!
Although I think it is terribly sweet and endearing that she continues to go through my childhood illness history to try to figure out my RA, I’m more than a little hesitant to agree. =) But I’ll let her keep doing it- I think it’s how she deals with it.
Don’t you love how everyone has a different theory?
I would be so much cooler if had it been a radioactive spider.