This was completely unexpected situation being how situationally aware I always am. From how I responded, to what actually happened and what I went through and how I have been taught and how I feel about snakes.
So I begin with this, I hate snakes I get this extreme sense of pure evil from them. I was taught to leave them alone unless they’re threatening to the family, by being on the property. With that, as young child, there was one on the porch which we caught and put into a bucket and my dad told me, you have to cut their heads off. To remember when you throw away that it takes 3 days for them to not be able to bite you still. And to be mindful of if you put in the trash so you don’t pick it up and get bitten through the bag. I was taught that you kill them also in scouts, along with first aid. Which I am an Eagle Scout. The scout motto is be prepared. And while on camp outs we have killed them, because of the threat they pose and are that aggressive despite what people think or know, some are tame but not in the wild.
I had got a ride to my mother’s from mother of my child and we arrive in the driveway, nothing in it. I’m selling a vehicle and picking up the title. I’m still sitting in the vehicle and go to start to get out of the vehicle and the conversation keeps me still seated, until I finish the conversation right leg hanging out the door but not on the ground. Anticipating to finish any second but it continues unexpectedly. Out of the corner of my eye I catch something move what I thought was a shadow of a squirrel or something small possibly a cat or rodent. And I hear this loud smack like someone slapping a leather chair but solid not a whiplike sound. I didn’t feel anything but all of a sudden I thought I hit my leg on the door or I stepped funny and sprained my ankle. It literally felt like that. At no point until 3 days later did I check it. So, because of me thinking I just hit my leg or sprained it, I really thought I stepped wrong or crooked but without getting up or putting weight down yet. It puzzled me. And I wrap up the conversation with her and proceed to go inside to get the title. Well as I’m walking from the driveway to inside is less than 50ft probably there and back. But as going it becomes suddenly increasingly difficult and I am almost dragging it by the time I reach the front door. And I get inside and my mom is wanting to have conversation about how bad of a decision it is, which I agreed but it needed to happen and at the time I was still gaining another vehicle (I ended up giving it to the mother of my child and settled for my scooter until later.) I can’t seem to focus on the conversation at all, and a headache started coming on pretty heavily like I hadn’t had in years literally I used to have chronic migraines and was prescribed liquid codine for them. But they had stopped just shortly before I met mother of my child. So unable to focus and having a severe headache (not quite a migraine though.) I tell myself I need to go lay down like I did normally when got migraines and they were always better after quick nap and apply a heating pad to what I thought was sprained ankle or from hitting on the door. So, shortly later after she stops at cvs for her medicine I’m back at the house. I go in full up a similar to heating pad but it’s a rubber container for water heated water was used in it. I lay down on my couch not even going to my room because I don’t expect to be long laying down. I apply the heated water and this crap hurts even worse than I’ve ever felt I am like what is wrong with my leg man it’s sore. I fall asleep a little while later that night I wake up and my leg is killing me to where I can’t stand the pain anymore so I remove the heated water and couldn’t tell if it was the pressure or the heat that bothered it that badly. Then I fall back asleep and 3 days later I wake up and check my phone finding that out I now start thinking about my leg and tell myself ok let’s see why it’s hurting so badly and see how badly it’s sprained or swollen. So, I raise up my pants and look at it, it looks like glazed or flakey almost like layer of doughnuts how they look, the glazed ones. And I am like that is not how that should look at all. That’s consistent with a snake bite and I search then my leg and locate what looks like one puncture wound and other one that looks like it dragged when it pulled out it was forced out to quickly. I then try to remember what I saw in the car that I thought was running across the ground and see it was a snake and while remembering I quickly deduce that it was either a copper head or western diamond back rattlesnake. And before anything else I panic and tell my baby mama that she needed to check her car. Then go as far as thinking her boyfriend put it in there to bite her over thinking (he wasn’t for her like normal relationships and would often run away from him as she claimed). Shortly after I come to the decision after much thought and asking and listen to what I feel told to do, go to the hospital. Keep in mind I hate hospitals and avoid at all costs. So, I drive up there and get seen, but when I’m asked about if I knew what kind of snake it was or captured it. I blank out, literally I couldn’t remember what did it that I previously deduced between. After she says nothing they can do because you have to know what kind of anti-venom to receive. Jesus tells me to pray. Though I didn’t understand the situation, I trusted and prayed and literally when I get home I look at it and it is just fine. And was told to share that Jesus and a group healed me.