Sharp1, I will look for the promotional photo so you can see it and let me think up some ideas. I don't think it would be nice to scan a poor mouse. <img src="wink.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle>
The snake story:
About 8 years ago I was camping in the mountains of the State of Chihuahua in Mexico (my native land) with my boyfriend (now husband) and his family. That's where the famous Copper Canyon resides, btw... anyway, I was hiking in a waterfall called Cusárare and while walking back to the car I spotted a pair of kids playing with something and my curiosity won. I grabbed the little serpent but, oh, it was no serpent, it was a rattlesnake, a variety called Chachámuri, a pigmy rattlesnake, with a natural defense due to its size: more concentrated venom. So, it bit me on the left hand and well... being a rebel by nature, I decided to disregard the fact that I had poison in my body, went to a hospital in a town close to the waterfall (the town is Creel), and got a pennicillin shot to survive two more days at camp.
When I arrived home in the City of Chihuahua two days later with a black arm the size of a boa, my mom was close to killing me. My dad, instead of worrying just asked what the snake looked like and he grabbed a bunch of his snake books so we could identify it together. My mom was already at the phone with a doctor and giving us that look that only an angry mother can give. <img src="smile.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle>
I spent a week in the hospital, intravenous pennicillin (I can't recall why I did not receive antidote instead), and if you had never had pennicillin injected into your bloodstream, believe me, you are lucky. It hurts like nothing I had ever felt before (the snake bite and the venom did not really produce any pain, the swelling did). Pennicillin burns your insides and makes you want to scream for mercy.
So, rumours started going around my school that I had died from a snake bite while camping. When I presented myself a week later to class, with a paralized arm and a geeky smile on my face, at least two girls lost some color on their face.
For several months I had to get blood analyses on a weekly basis, the doctor was afraid that I would form blood clouts, I had to take aspirin almost on a daily basis, etc. My arms were purple from all the needles (I hate needles since then). It took me at least a year to regain feeling back in my left arm and to this day, my left hand is a bit larger than the right (not perceivable except for my ring size, really) and I am poisonois since then. Oh, and I grew scales and I am slowly turning a greyish-green. <img src="tongue.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle>
So, this is my story. I survived, it wasn't really that bad, except that now I can't donate blood unless it's an emergency.
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