That Burning Sensation...
We were walking the dog two nights ago, as Lucky was making her rounds,loving on all the neighborhood children. While we stopped to chat with the Sanderses, a block away (mind you, I used to work with Jennifer, and she is the one with whom I was having lunch at a Chinese restaurant one day, 3 1/2 years ago, who told me I should go out with Erik, because he was sweet for always bringing me flowers to my desk, etc...) when a bee or a wasp or a small bat or whatever it was came out of nowhere and latched onto my arm!
I shook free of the the attacker and we said our goodnightsand hurried home to get ice cubes and Benadryl. Now, I have never been stung by a bee before, so I don't know if it should itch/hurt this much three days later. I think if I was allergic, I'd be dead, right?
Puh. Enough with it, then.
In my mind, if there's a problem and I'm conscious, I don't go to the doctor, I just call my parentals. I'm not waiting for four hours in some ER or urgent care clinic only to be told what my dad will tell me for free. He doles out that kind of info all the time. I figure, at least the Killer Sasquatch Bee got me instead of two-year-old Juliana.
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