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Spider
I was making my way through the forest in Argentina with a group of other tourists. This was my first time in Argentina, and I didn’t really know what to expect. The ground was covered with poison ivy which I was trying desperately to avoid. I started to lag behind the group, and I rushed to try to catch back up with the group .
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. But when I checked my ankle, there was nothing there but an extremely small cut. I figured that I just got cut by a stick, so I kept walking. I tried to ignore the pain in my ankle, but I failed. After a few minutes of unsuccessfully trying to distract myself from my ankle, I finally checked it.
I saw the tiny cut was bright red. The skin around in had swollen to be the size of a grape. The green veins around the cut told me that I had been bitten my a venomous spider, and the poison was spreading. The view made me light-headed, and I had to sit to keep myself from collapsing. I was rushed back to the hotel, and there my leg was restrained to keep me from moving them. If I did, the poison would spread through my bloodstream quicker. The bite was searing, and as I was on the way to the hospital, I couldn’t think clearly at all. I felt dizzy, and I couldn’t focus on anything except the pulsing pain in my ankle.
Next thing I knew I was in the hospital bed. They were preparing a syringe full of a clear liquid that I guessed was some sort of antivenom. They painfully inserted the needle into the bite, and injected the liquid. I could feel the liquid spreading through my leg, relieving the stiffness. The doctor told me to walk around the room to spread the antidote. Afterwards, I refused to ever go back into that forest.
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