My black widow experience. I was in the Air Force, stationed at glorious Nellis AFB, NV. Went out in the box shed (where we kept all our boxes for reuse, hence the name "box shed") and was digging around for a packing box for an engine part. Got bit on the right fore arm and didn't even notice it. Next morning, I get up, right fore arm is swollen, hot to the touch, and red. Went to sick call. Physicians Assistant calls in a doctor, doctor asks a couple questions "dark places? warm places? etc etc" and tells me "Sergeant, you've been bitten by a black widow. There's nothing we can do for you now."
Nothing you can do for me? I'm thinking that's it - I'm dead, better get to legal and write a will - doc sees the look on my face and says "Oh - I mean, if you'd come in yesterday, we could have done this or that or the other thing. As it is, we'll give you some antibiotics for possible infection and put you on quarters for two days."
Dammit, Doctor - you really need to work on your bedside manner.
posted on 07/04/2004 8:06:02 PM PDT
Had a similar Army medicine experience in Germany. Had a festering sore on my calf and went to the clinic staffed by our unit medics and PA. Medic looks at it and thinks I have VD, asking if I have had sex with somebody other than my wife. Told him no and to go get the PA (I was an officer and medic was a Spec4).
PA comes in and reams the medic for a faulty diagnosis. Told me it looked like a brown recluse had hitched a ride to Germany in my belongings because they weren't native. Treated me with local antibiotics on the sore, debrided the necrotic tissue, and gave me oral antibiotics to beat back the infection. Took forever to heal...
posted on 07/04/2004 10:42:19 PM PDT
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