When I woke up the next morning, I discovered that the small bite on my leg had turned into a GIANT bite on my leg. It. Was. Huge. No pain, which was good. But it was really red and itchy. Some kind of spider got up under my jeans when I was mowing the lawn and feasted on my flesh! So when I went to work, I showed it to one of the doctors that I work for. He thought it looked a bit fishy so he put me on some antibiotics. Cool. Just being on SOME kind of medication made me feel better about my ridiculously large spider bite.
So the next day, my leg was even more swollen and red. Yikes. My ankle had disappeared. Gone. So the doctor decided to add another antibiotic, double the dose of the first one, and add a decent dose of benadryl. I was thinking, "Woah, that is a lot of medication to be on at one time!". But I took everything, and survived the night. Awesome!
The next day, the bite turned an awful purple-y color and the swelling hadn't gone down at all. At this point, I was starting to worry. Visions of brown recluse spider bites were flashing through my head. Skin and tissue turning black, dying, and falling off. What if I lose my leg or something! Oh. My. God. Freaking out.
So my doctor doubled the dose of the meds for a second night. No big deal, right? WRONG! At approximately 12:30 am, my body said, "Oh, HELL no!", and decided to purge itself of all antibiotics. For 6 hours straight. Worst night ever. There is nothing worse (in my opinion) than being so incredibly sick like that. Lying there, alone, on the floor of my bathroom, sobbing like a little wussy, I was thinking about all of the things that I would rather be doing than throwing up my insides. Getting tortured in medieval England, being in a room full of clowns, running a marathon... Eventually around 6 am, I was able to crawl back into bed, sleep for a half an hour, and then call in sick to work.
I spent the next few days recovering from my horrible bout of sickness. And all of that because of a stupid spider bite. Which looks almost completely fine now! Maybe all the antibiotics did help?
Today I had to mow the lawn. Dun Dun Dun! I was not going to go through that again. So I went out prepared.
Step One: Acquire a pair of ski socks and put them on.
Step Two: Place cowboy boots over ski socks.
Step Three: Pull jeans over boots.
I'd like to see a spider get through THAT! Plus, a ton of bug spray never hurts. :-) Damn Georgia and your damn bugs!
