Day Six: Isn't this over yet???

I know, you're tired of reading about my medical drama. (Not nearly as tired as I am of HAVING the drama, believe-you-me.)

And so, eight inches became twelve.
Fourth trip to the (very kind) pharmacist, who changed the dressings on the blister.
Fever spiked.
Second emergency room: in the "big city" this time.
Three doctors having spider vs. scorpion discussion.

Third set of injections.
Four: total number of prescriptions.
Seven saintly neighbors.
Zero euros spent on actual medical attention
Fifteen hours sleeping, waking only to add meds to the system.

Today, from the encouraging department:
Twelve inches and holding.
("not-getting-worse" gets filed in the good news category!)
Fever is down. Heat of swollen skin is down.
Blisters have stopped oozing.

I'm all hopped up on cortisone and antibiotics and painkillers, and I have a newfound awe and respect for small creatures.

My inner scientist is admittedly a bit fascinated.
My outer tough-girl is hanging in like a trooper.
My inner "exception to every medical rule" is baffled and just a little bit freaked out.

Six days?!?!?

Hey, would you just squeeze my hand really hard and tell me it will be okay? Thanks.
Because sitting here alone on this hilltop, I need to believe you.