We walked over to where Cristo and Olmer stay to check out the situation. Cristo was calmly sitting on the wood frame that is his bed. He had a rope tied just below his knee, foot in a pot of water. I asked questions like, "How do you feel? How long ago did it happen? Have you drunk anything?"... He answered with minimal movement, speaking more with his eyes. I got out `The extractor´and suctioned it to the bite holes as directed. Every two minutes, it was supposed to alternate between the bite holes.
Nothing really happened for awhile and we kept chatting when I found it odd he didn´t want to lie down...that´s when someone mentioned he drank gasoline--!!!
Cristo is without a shirt, Don Fransisco in the red shirt is chewing tobacco and water getting ready to spit it out, his brother Olmer has the `extractor´and two buddies came by to hang out.At that point, I was more worried for him about the gasoline his blood was circulating. After about 10 minutes, the vemon slowly bubbled out of one hole into the little catchment cup...I was relieved yet still have no idea if I was helping or not. People flowed in and out, telling the story over, offering to call a ride to get to the health center 30 min. away-
The extractor stopped sucking out the vemon and we washed his ankle with soap no sooner than came Don Fransisco ( a wiry, eccentric little man) to perform a cleansing or healing procedure.
Cristo´s leg was thoroughly smacked with ortiga (stinging nettles), spat on with tobacco water and then consecutively palpated and sucked...it was interesting to watch in the least bit. He made it throught the night but felt dizzy in class the next day. He ended up going to the health center but returned with the same calm look on his face saying he was fine. I guess he is.
*I´ve now got my eye out for snakes and have already seen 2 in the past 2 days! Moral of the story: Don´t drink gasoline-ever.
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