| I was stung by a scorpion and lived |
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| Friday, 15 April 2005 | |
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Now, I have never been stung by a scorpion before but by the excruciating pain I felt in my foot I figured it had to be the feel of the menacing sting you are warned about when headed to Mexico. As I hopped around on one foot cradling my other wounded limb I yelled to my husband to turn on the light to find the monster that had stung me. Oh the pain! ...... My husband implored me to sit down; still not quite comprehending what had happened to his beloved. Within seconds he had found the culprit – sure enough there was the dreaded monster scorpion all of about 10 inches long - well actually maybe 2 inches long. I barely caught a glimpse of the brown menace as my husband squished it into the concrete with his shoe, the only remains a spot of brown ooze once he had finished.
He was not convinced. His first call was to our friend who owns a pharmacy in town but we had to leave a message as he did not answer his phone. Three more calls to friends and all said it would be best to go get a shot from the hospital. What were my thoughts on the matter? No way, no shot for me; that has to be worse than the original scorpion sting! It has been 20 minutes now and I am still alive. I can brave it without thank you. Just as he was about to load me into the vehicle our pharmacist friend calls back and indeed confirms there are no deadly poisonous scorpions native to our area of Mexico and the worst I may experience is an allergic reaction; he of course offers the famous Mexican shot. However, since my tongue is not swelling, and in fact nothing is swelling at all and I have no large welts appearing on my body, I gracefully chose to decline. In fact all I felt at that point was a slight discomfort at the site of the sting. Don’t tell anyone though – it sounds much better to endure excruciating pain. As I went to bed I kissed my husband and told him I loved him just incase I did not make it through the night. The next morning however I did indeed wake up alive and well. Ah, life in paradise can be exciting and what a great story I now have to tell. Just call me the Scorpion Queen. More good news – we later found my sandal that I had flung off my foot as I was stung. It was safe and sound in the far corner of the yard. Wait, was that a tarantula on it? No just a fuzzy piece of stick. Now that would be a real story . . . .
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... I was stung by a scorpion and lived! 
Wait, weren’t we supposed to catch it and save it to take to a hospital for identification? Oops, do they take ooze? What do we do now anyway? 10 minutes had gone by and I was still alive; I took this as a good sign and told my husband I obviously would not need the hospital. I had read somewhere that there were not really any poisonous scorpions in our area and their bite was no worse than a bee sting.
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