The cause? A menopausal honey bee that flying out of the hive soundrd angrier than a ticked off Tasmanian Devil, or what I'd imagine they sound like, and headed right for me. The me that was casually walking by the hive on the way to dump a load of old hay out of the wheel barrow I was lugging. How do I know she was menopausal. I don't. Maybe she was just chewed out by the queen for a sloppy job or had a fight with another bee. I don't know but she definitely was out for revenge when she spotted me. I was the nearest target. The kamikaze bee, attacked.
Squoo.....sh, but not before she had pumped as much venom in as she could while I set down the wheel barrow and reached up on top my head to pinch her between my finger tips and scrape her stinger out. A bee's stinger rips from her behind when she stings, leaving a gaping hole and she naturally dies. If you can get her before she has pumped all she has in her tank, you can reduce the effect as there is less venom to deal with. Is it called venom? It was venom in my case anyway.
This was about nine in the morning. By two in the afternoon my forehead had begun to swell. See the nice little hump? Then by six at night my eyes had started to swell and the bridge of my nose widened enhancing my donkey look. I took a prescription allergy pill.
The biggest laugh was how slow my body took to react. I have MAJOR hypo-metabolism. But hey, I reacted that day and not the next. I've done that before too. It is why I'm so fluffy. That and the steroids I'm on for my Addison's disease. That evening when swollen up badly, I did dishes a few at a time. If I walked across the room after getting off of the couch, it meant a full degree drop in temperature. I tested it. I knew there couldn't be a huge draft in the kitchen. The living room and kitchen are one room. Sure enough my Addison's disease had taken a direct hit. I dared not do much more for fear of shutting my body's system down. The bee episode lasted four days.
Not the best photo. Couldn't give you the full effect. It's pretty hard to photograph your arm yourself. My arms just aren't that long. Or should I say one arm isn't enough longer than the other to get the job done properly. For some reason my face was easier to photograph, hmm..... Kirk had already gone to bed and when I told him to reach up and feel my arm. He threw back the covers and came flying out of bed and turned on the light in alarm. Yeah, it was big.
The bruise is lovely with shades of purple, blue, yellow, and even a white area in the middle. It took a week to arrive as it is what you call a bone bruise. I've still got a pretty good lump on the bone. Up close the bruise is much prettier. It reaches from my wrist a good way down my arm.
Now this is the part where you say, "A....h, you poor girl!!! But wait, that wasn't all. I thought I had another packet of my hormone squares that I put under my tongue at night. It has five essential hormones to keep me somewhat balanced. I take more in tablet form. I didn't have any. I scoured my refrigerator, no luck, but the refrigerator looks the better for it. I had to wait five days before the pharmacy compounded the mixture and it arrived in the mail. Yes, I was a physical and emotional basket case.
BUT that wasn't all. I was suffering from a 'I'm not getting enough done and things just aren't going well' depression that my husband was also suffering from at the same time. Misery likes company.
I spent the week contemplating the book I'm reading titled 'Not My Will, But Thine' by Neil A. Maxwell which talks about not being set on what we want but doing what the Lord wants. Also I thought a great deal about the talk by Dallin H. Oaks that was titled, ' Good, Better, and Best'. It has been a time of depression, mild anger at not getting my way, and acceptance. The normal course emotions go through when we have to let go. My thoughts on the subject are for another blog. Today maybe you could be just a little sympathetic and understand that my silence was due to my hunkering down and surviving the last couple weeks as I readjusted my attitude and goals.