On Wednesday morning I noticed a little bug bite or pimple on the back of my left leg. I itched it a couple times and figured it was nothing and went about my day. On Wednesday the bug bite turned into a dollar bill sized bruise that was all bumpy and swollen, it looked a little weird, but I did not think much of it. Thursday ,morning the bruising expanded to the size of a saucer and it was more swollen than before, I drove to Scranton for work and by early afternoon. The pain and swelling was traveling up my leg. I decided to see a doctor, he was alarmed, prescribed antibiotics and said if it does not improve in 24 hours, I should go to the emergency room. Later that night, my leg’s pain turned severe and I could no longer walk on it, the next thing I knew I started to get the chills and needed a blanket on a day when it was 100 degrees. I figured the medicine just needed a little to kick in and went to bed unsure of what the night would bring.
On Friday morning I woke up without the fever and the pain wasn’t so bad either…hallelujah, the medicine worked! Jacob was skeptical and thought the bruising, swelling, and overall appearance of the infection looked abominable, I promptly corrected her and told her that this was standard, just give the medicine a little time to work its magic. She sighed and left me alone in my office to get my work done. Later that day a disgusting thing happened, big blisters started popping up all over the center of the wound and I figured that’s what happens when these bites are healing. I asked for Jac’s opinion and at that moment the blisters began leaking a clear (but I am afraid to report, ultimately disgusting) liquid began dripping from the blisters.
Jac had seen enough and called the doc and asked how to bandage the whole ordeal, he implored us to go to the emergency room. I felt pretty good and thought everyone was overreacting (still sort of think that), so I drove o the ER expecting the doctor to see me, take a look at the leg, pat me on the back and say “that spider bite is healing up brilliantly, that liquid leaking out means the drug is working. What really happened is that they put me in a wheel chair, admitted me, hooked me up to an IV, and said I probably won’t get out until Monday.
It’s now Saturday and the past 24 hours have yielded a strong response to the medicine, great visitors, and a lot of time to read and watch movies. I have some gross pics, but cannot post via iPad. Seriously though, it isn’t a big deal, I think it’s a conspiracy orchestrated by Jac to finally get me in front of a doctor.