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Where my snake bitees at?
Was biking/exploring in the woods and got bit on the ankle by what I later figured out was a copperhead. Couldn't bike to the ER so I had to bike to the edge of the woods and meet the ambalance there.
Copperhead venom digests/destroys tissue, but the antivenom can kill you since it's made from horse blood and you could be addicted, so they gave me 10 bags over the course of the night and stuck me in the ICU just in case. The person in the room next to me ended up dying from whatever they were there for. At this point my foot had swelled up like an exam glove you blew into to make a balloon. But it started going down after the 5th bag of antivenin. Which felt like ice in my veins.
The next morning basically I was good to go, but it was expensive. I was a teenager but my mom had to fight the insurance company to get them to pay which was the real horror story of all this.