There are many memorable moments in my life, but the one that stands out most to me would be the day that my husband Eric got bit by a copperhead snake. I was working as a dental assistant at the time and we would go to the nursing home once a week and see patients there. I had just arrived to the nursing home and was getting everything set up and ready for the dentist, as I was doing so my phone rang. It was a guy named Gary that Eric worked with. He said, “Tina this is Gary and I need you to stay calm when I tell you this.” I said, “Gary what is it just tell me what is going on?” He then began to tell me that he and Eric were walking up a hill to spray the ride away and when Eric got to the top of the hill he put his hand down to pull himself up and put his hand right on the copperhead and it latched onto his thumb and bit him. Gary told me that he was already in the ambulance and on his way to the hospital, but his hand was already swollen really bad and had turn black.
I quickly got off the phone and went straight to Paul B. Hall Regional Medical Center the hospital they were taking Eric to. I arrived at the same time he did I ran up to the Doctor at the E.R. his name was Dr. Arnold. I ask him is he going to be okay because I knew that he had gotten a lot of the venom because his arm was twice the size it normally was. Dr. Arnold told me he would take good care of him and make sure he had the best care possible. He had nurses in the room for 13 hours measuring his arm and taking his vitals. And after about thirteen hours of praying God stopped the swelling and he got to go home.
I stayed up all night checking his vitals myself and measuring every fifteen minutes and by the grace of God he didn’t loose any fingers or his hand and that was a big concern. Although he does have a lot of significant damage he is alive and that’s what matters to me.