He told me to not bother coming back again. If things took a turn for the worse, then I needed to contact him, but not before.
He is the kind of man who gets insulted when someone calls the alligator that he killed a “lizard.” Obviously to him, a great hunter (at least in his mind), that was the equivalent to me being called a mere “secretary” when “office manager” more clearly reflects my status (I did check with my boss to make sure that was accurate in case it sounds like I’m elevating myself). *sniff*
Back to the alligator, this man even has a full body mount of his biggest quest that measured in at 10 feet long. Does that tell you a little more about him? I thought so.
So, I did what any woman in this situation should do. I gathered my wits about me (shouldn’t take long, should it?) and exited the building within 8 minutes of entering it. I pause long enough to write out the last $86 that he would hopefully get from me.
What he really said was “Your spider bite looks fine. We don’t need to do surgery. You only need to come back if it starts acting up again.”
So you can see, I really was relieved to hear that from “Dr. G”, as his nurses affectionately call him. My spider bite, despite my apprehension, did not open up into a ghastly wound, but respectably drained and closed up. I do have a little bit of hard tissue in about a 2 inch diameter that will take a while to dissolve.
Thanks for all your kinds words and any prayers you made on my behalf. It is such a relief for it to have it end this way. PTL!!
One more picture from our picnic several weeks ago on Jekyll: