A few years ago I woke up one morning at about 2am and just couldn’t fall asleep again. After about a half an hour of tossing and turning I decided to go and watch TV in the lounge. I didn’t switch on the light because I didn’t want to wake up my wife. Being an avid golf fan, I was pleased to see that the highlights from the PGA golf tournament were on. Perhaps my insomnia wasn’t such a bad thing after all?
As I collapsed onto the couch and stretched out out my legs, I felt something moving under my foot. This was followed by a sudden sharp pain. Snake! I’d been bitten! The pain shot up my right leg.
There are a three basic rules to adhere to when you’re bitten by a snake:
- Don’t panic!
- Identify the snake.
- Get to a hospital as soon as possible.
Well I immediately broke the first rule by yelling – at the top of my lungs – to my wife that she needed to go and start the car as I had to be taken to the nearest hospital pronto.
I then started looking for the snake just to make 100% sure that it was in fact a Black mamba that had bitten me. I caught a glimpse of something sliding underneath the sofa. By now my leg was completely numb, my armpits were throbbing, and I was sweating profusely. I dragged myself to the sofa (the lack of feeling in my right leg made it impossible to walk) and somehow managed to shift it out of the way, and that’s when I saw it…a monster…of a harmless centipede.
Feeling returned to my leg immediately, the pain in my armpits vanished, and I felt normal again. I looked at my foot in utter disbelief, there was nothing but a tiny red mark to show where I’d been nipped by the centipede.
The most embarrassing part was having to go and tell my wife – who was by then already waiting in the car to take me to hospital – about my miraculous comeback.
Until next time,