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It was the Bee Sting that was heard around the world Y’all, or at least felt…by me only…
I found myself nearing my mid 30’s and I was one of those who had not been stung by a bee, wait here it comes.…yet. Yes, yet! I spent a great deal of time honing my interpretive dance like movements to gracefully and not so gracefully avoid our honey making friends. It was an art form that combined being really still, with slow Tai Chi like movements with sudden jerking movements. It probably looked like I was walking through a laser grid.
On our anniversary, August 10th, 2017, I and our littles, aged 5 months, 2 and 3 years at the time were having brunch with a dear friend of mine. As I helped my older 2 on the playground, I was joy-filled and thankful for our family and the ability to be with them. I had been hearing “You sure do have your hands full” a lot as I would traverse the mean streets of Costco and Gymboree. I didn’t feel like I had my hands full, but I would laugh and nod politely as their statements stung. (more on that in a later blog) As I walked back to our table, I felt a sudden pinch. Now I have been bitten and stung by critters before and usually I wait for the pain to quickly subside, but the sensation increased substantially. This was new. “What is happening right now?!”
I raised my maxi skirt to see who decided to hitch a ride and bite. Rude! I check the back of my hamstring and I felt something and quickly swept it away. “EWWWW”, I sure hope it isn’t a venomous spider” I think to myself. I then built up the courage to look at my leg. I saw a black something that I pulled out. I figured it must be a fang or something. Later that night I had a huge swollen welt on my leg that was very warm to the touch. I asked my husband if he knew what may have bit me. I knew better than to ask “Dr Google” that is a rabbit hole, I didn’t want to go down. We figured that it was a be sting. “What a strange way for something like that to happen” I thought. What I didn’t know was that it was about to get stranger and much more uncomfortable.