My husband nearly died from a brown recluse bite 11 years ago. Doc told him it was an infected pimple. I took one look at it and was spit fire mad. He refused to go back so I finally called his mother and she told him to get his butt out of bed and get to the doctor. By the time we got him there the roof of his mouth had fallen and it took him a good year to recover completely. Sometimes a line will come back in the same spot so I think it still never healed completely correctly. What a wife can't do, sometimes a mother can. She passed away a few years ago so now I don't let him backsass me anymore. If I think he needs to go, he goes or I'll kick his hiney and he knows it. Plus, he does not want to listen to the story all over again of how he nearly died from not listening to me.