Day 1: It appeared the morning that Scott and I were leaving on our road trip to Avon, Colorado. It was on my right leg, about 3 inches above my ankle to the left of my shin. One looked like a mosquito bite and the other like a spider bite. They both itched and both had a little white head. Nothing unusual… just simply annoying.
Day 2: By the next morning, the so-called “spider bite” had spread to an area of 2”x2”. And it still itched. At this point, I was a bit worried, but I just assumed it would take care of itself in time. We drove to Denver Airport to pick up our friends from New Jersey, who were joining us for the week. On the way home, I noticed that the bump was starting to become raised. Odd, I thought. But I was still not worried.
Day 3: My leg is not any better and it actually bothers me to walk on it. We headed off to Super Wal-Mart for some groceries, so I stopped in at the pharmacy to get the pharmacist’s opinion. He told me to ice it, put on topical Benedryl and take Advil. Oh, and have a nice day. Being the good girl that I am, I followed his directions to the tee.
Day 4: In the middle of the night, I started to feel feverish. I couldn’t sleep and my leg was aching. Something is wrong… I just know it. So I post my status on Facebook (you know, there are a lot of smart people on Facebook!) What was the primary response? You were bit by a brown recluse spider, get to the doctor immediately! Also, a few friends said something about MRSA (a serious staph infection). I couldn’t imagine that either one of these was the problem, but a fever is not a good sign, and that I DID know!
Day 5: By morning, I had had enough. With the boys off to do some fishing (and hopefully catch dinner), I headed over to the local urgent care. The doctor drew a circle around the red area and put me on an antibiotic. He told me to return tomorrow. Little did I know that this is when the nightmare would begin… (to be continued)