I wrote in an earlier post about an insect bite on my upper thigh. After six doctors and 2 hospitals, it’s still there! After 2 courses of oral antibiotics I had to go to hospital to have intravenous antibiotics because the oral ones weren’t working. “This is bad, bad, bad!” the older doctor yelled when his colleague called him into the room to get his opinion. “You go right to hospital right now!” he yelled at me.
I got a teensy bit scared then, but I didn’t let my imagination run away with me. I got into a nice conversation with a young man about his broken arm while I was waiting for the I.V. and another interesting discussion with an older man about his sore back as I lay there staring at the ceiling. It’s going to be fine, it’s going to be fine I kept telling myself.
And it is fine. It’s still all different kinds of blue and red, but it’s not really sore anymore and nowhere near as swollen as it was. Turns out it was actually a spider bite, which the last doctor explained to me won’t respond to antibiotics. “It’s a common misconception,” he said, “that only white-tailed spiders cause these kinds of responses. Any spider bite can cause this kind of reaction, and some even worse. The problem is that there isn’t really a way to treat this. We just have to let it evolve.” I’m pretty sure it will evolve into some kind of super-power. I’m looking forward to that. It will help me tame the unicorns.