I like to distract myself with the beauty of the Lord’s good creation. Everything is benevolent, right? Of course, in it’s rightful place. But… what if it’s not in its rightful place? No worries! Don’t think about it! Be in denial! That’s easier! For instance, here’s a really cool green tomato worm, though I’m not sure if it’s coming or going (@2 1/2″ long). The chickens call this worm “chicken delight”. Tasty!
Difficulties are in evidence, however, when there is blood all over, so that I can’t deny that something is not quite right anymore. I noticed a “cut” on the back of my right shoulder a few days ago. No worries, thought I. Must have got that while collecting wood for the stove to heat up a quick meal. The b-vines can be pretty nasty, after all. But then, about 24 hours later, I felt some tell-tale tingling sensations from the wound, which is about an inch long. I ignored that, though I knew it might be a brown recluse which had biten me five or six times, right in a row. Nah! thought I, uselessly. A couple days later, blood was everywhere. Out came the Sawyer’s Extractor, which sucked out multiple glops of horror of rotted flesh. Here’s one glop:
DON’T google image “brown recluse wounds”, lest you die of fright!
Did I mention that Brown Recluse spiders are also called Violin Spiders for the design in back of their eyes? Violins are playing for my being in denial. Yikes!
But, not to worry. I have the Sawyer’s Extractor, and the zillion bandages and things wonderful benefactors have sent in. Thank you. As you can see, these things are very useful for me. That will all keep me from getting the arm amputated. Yikes! I can keep the wound small with the Sawyer’s Extractor, so, no worries!
This is the price of living in a rain forest, and I’m happily willing to pay that price. But this will be about 90 minutes of distraction every day for some weeks. 30 minutes of wound cleaning three times a day. It works. For me. Don’t try this at home. Doctors don’t recommend it. They let limbs rot off and then do a nice operation. I don’t let it get that far. I think my way is better. Hah!
UPDATE: I waited too many days to start up with the Sawyer’s Extractor. I’ll try, occasionally, to keep a log of this for the sake of those who also face Brown Recluse bites and wonder what in the world they can do. If you dare follow the saga, click on the continue reading button here: ➞ 29 May morning: I thought maybe I was mistaken. The wound looked healed up a bit, but it didn’t feel quite right. I applied the Sawyer’s Extractor and immediately the gloppy rotted flesh came out:
But maybe it will heal pretty quickly. That’s my hope! Such distractions!
Here’s the wound on the shoulder (and Brown Recluses will crawl under loose clothing, biting when they feel themselves to be in trouble):
This needs a bit of explanation. The rings you see are the effects of the Sawyer’s Extractor suction cup. It’s a bit difficult to see in the picture, but it seems there are only three deep sets of bites, with the one in the middle being the worst. It’s like the little fellow injected all the poison he had.
It looks like a cut, but, instead, with the normal movement of the skin, and with the skin disintegrating, the skin begins to tear apart. But, not to worry.
I think the Sawyer’s Extractor will do it’s job. The dynamic of the Sawyer’s cure is this: the more poison/venom/acid you suck out, the less damage will be done. Even the tiniest nano-speck will keep destroying the surrounding flesh, not permitting it to heal, so strong is it. As the flesh rots, with the venom inside, that is all sucked out with the venom. Just be persistent. It will all eventually come out. The second it does, the wound will heal, immediately. That’s the hope.
I’m guessing doctors say not to use the Extractor since you risk sucking venom through good flesh, thus detroying that flesh for sure. But that is the least of one’s worries! That will happen anyway if you let it go. I’m not worried about a scar. It’s the amputation I’m trying to avoid!
29 May late afternoon: Yikes! When I cleaned the wound this time, blood ran down to my waist in steams. Not good, thought I.
I never had that happen before. None of them were like that last year, not that bad. I think I waited too long to start using the Sawyer’s Extractor. The neighbor reprimanded me today, saying that I have to treat all wounds like Brown Recluse wounds until I know that they are not. Yikes!
Still, I think I may be able to tackle this one. It will be lots of work. But, that’s O.K. Something to offer up for suffering priests! So, O.K.!
29 May toward midnight: Only about six hours have passed since the last wound cleaning session. Due to the odd place behind the right shoulder, the right hand is useless, and the left can only reach around far enough to hold the suction cup against the wound. With the plunger of the Extractor already extended, I lean into it against one of the 6″x6″ posts of the hermitage. Here’s what resulted:
So, better, unless that’s attributable to the shorter time. We’ll see what it looks like tomorrow morning. The wound itself is still the same, if ever so very slightly deeper, which is expected. Not to worry!
Just a thought: At the moment I have insurance. If the SCOTUS doesn’t overturn the POSTUS’ abortion insurance mandate, I’ll have to go without. And if I there’s a need to go to a doctor and I have no insurance, what then? Well, we all have to die sometime. If it has to be a bit earlier just because Obama acts against all of us in odium fidei, in hatred of the faith, so be it. I hope that there is no one who would pay for such insurance. As for me — How to say it? — over my dead body. And that might well be the case.
1 June evening: Still going, but I think the Sawyers Extractor really did the trick. The glops of rotted flesh that came out also contained the poison, so the poison diminished with each session of Extraction. Now it’s almost totally gone. I expect complete healing to take place very, very soon. This was an unexpected success, since I waited way to long to start. Yet, that might have helped so that the rotted bit just came right out right away, and wasn’t still clinging to the wound. So, there we have it. Tonight’s picture: