The Worst Weekend Ever!

What started out to be a nice weekend turned into the worst, I think I have ever had in my life.
We have that orange bug that Ron has wanted to restore for quite awhile. Peter wanted to help and thought it sound like a nice summer project. Ron got it in the garage and began to take it apart. It has been sitting for quite awhile and Ron started to get it ready to work on. He was wearing gloves. Something bit him on the hand and it must have injected the poison straight into the blood stream.

I was working on a rug, when he came in from the garage. He was white as a sheet, and his hand was red and starting to swell. We walked out and looked around and tried to see what it was, but we finally decided it must have been a black widow.

By this time the venom had made it up to his arm pit. I gave him some Benadryl. Thinking that would stop it. Next thing I know he can't breathe and he starts having chest pains. As I write this, it seems so calm. I can assure you it was not. I ran and took a shower through on some clothes and went upstairs to tell the boys.

I grabbed my car keys to take him to a Urgent Care that is pretty close to the house. Now while you would think as many times as I go down this road, I would know just where it is. I didn't. I got lost. I could see it in my mind, and Ron was really having a hard time breathing and stupid me, I can't think. Finally it dawns on me that it is one street over. We get there and walk in and it is just another lady and us. ( I think that was really weird too.)

After the paper work, which I think took the longest we make it back to the examining room. I don't know when it changed but all of these cute little Twelve year olds are now doctors. They came in and he was having classic symptoms of a spider bite. They gave him a shot that helped him to breathe. Gave me a prescription and we came home. That seems fast doesn't it? It wasn't. I had to go back and every pharmacy I went to the pharmacist was going to lunch. Except one, who stayed and filled the prescription for me. You know, I was so afraid he would die before I got back. The kids stayed with him but he was in so much pain as his body was seizing and having spasms. 

 

I gave him the first medication, which was a narcotic. He had a reaction to it. Which made everything worse.
Everything intensified. The pain was bad before and this made it worse. They had given me another prescription  but if you take the two together they will stop your breathing. The shot was already wearing off so he was having trouble breathing anyway. I gave him the other medication when two hours were past which caused its own problems. He never slept for 24 hours. I dozed when I could. We are now to Monday. The doctor said, it might take a week to 10 days for him to feel good again. He is sleeping now as I type this in a chair behind me. He has these sweats that are beyond anything I have ever seen. I know it is his body getting rid of toxins but it is a little like shock.  I do not know what I would do without our kids.
I have had such a terrible time trying to think. His hands and feet are so cold.

 Earlier this week I read an article about the benefits of black widow spiders in your garden. Well, I say bah humbug. This will be war from now on. It is ironic that I was afraid of being a widow. I still am as he still isn't good. So today the agenda is for him to sleep. You never realize the beauty of sleep until it isn't even a possibility.

I needed to share, because if you are a praying person, I would ask for your prayers for sleep. If you are not, I ask for kind thoughts. My devotional said this yesterday, " A prayer offered in faith will restore the one who is sick, and the Lord will raise him up. James 5:13-15

I am so aware, how in an instant, life can change.
~Kim~