For those who’ve never had the good fortune to experience a scorpion sting, let me describe for you the feelings and sensations of my experience.
We had a bit of a squall come up, so I jumped out of bed to close the windows on the windward side so that it the driving rain wouldn’t come in. In my inexperience, I failed to look before I leaped. I stepped out of bed and must have stepped on or immediately next to the scorpion (it was totally dark, so I didn’t see it). I first became aware of its presence when I felt something similar to a bee sting on the side of my right foot. I stepped over and turned on the light…still unaware of what quite happened.
It began to click in my head that it might be a scorpion as the bee sting sensation evolved into feeling like someone violently jabbed a dart into the side of my foot. I was still trying to get visual confirmation to find out for sure, but my assailant was nowhere to be seen. Finally, as I moved a chair, I saw it scamper into a crevice between the wall and the floor. It was definitely a scorpion, about an inch and a half long.
By this time, it felt as if someone had yanked out the dart and tried to cure the problem with a sharp blow with a ball peen hammer. At this point, I decided that it would be prudent to return to a reclining position where I could more comfortably concentrate on grimacing and groaning to the greatest extent. Mel did not completely agree as she was quite comfortable standing on the toilet.
Within the hour, my erstwhile imaginary caregiver had realized the futility of the ball peen and taken up a mini-sledge to give the area a good working over. After significant urging, I’d managed to get Melissa to retire from the bathroom to the bed again. She’d decided to take it upon herself to maintain an all-night vigil – not to watch over her wounded husband in solitude and prayer, but to make sure that the scorpion dare not rear its ugly head again.
I had taken two Tylenol almost immediately after the sting in anticipation of the anguish to come. At some point, this must have kicked in, because I drifted into a restless sleep. I awoke with not much change to the foot, but with a new, unexpected sensation. My lips, the front of my tongue, and my front teeth were tingling and feeling strange. I later discovered that this is a fairly normal effect.
Slowly throughout the next 12 hours the pain changed and faded from the hammer crushing to a more mild fire inside of my foot, and especially my toes. I went to bed that night with the flames still licking at them, although the tingling in my lips had nearly completely ceased. By the time I awoke this morning, the effects were almost completely gone. I was feeling perfectly fine by the time we went to the church to clean the floors.
So now you have a fairly good idea of the experience and will no longer have to seek it out for yourself to see how it feels. I hope that this has been helpful 🙂