Bee-Sting Bummer

Well folks, my last couple of days here in the good old CA summer has had an interesting end.

Last Saturday, there was a summer storm and I walked outside to look at the lightening 

(which I love and am so looking forward to the Provo storms soon),

and suddenly felt this sting on my foot, thinking I'd just stepped on a tiny sliver or stick I bent to pick it out.

Then the pain increased and as I lifted my foot, I saw a squirming freakin bee stuck between my toes.

Just awesome.

You know, I forget how much those little buggers hurt... b/c they actually really are pretty painful.

My history with bees isn't to great. I'm allergic.

Not the "Oh no, I suddenly can't breathe and I'm dying" allergic, but the 

enormous, disgusting swelling, red, hot, make me feel out-of-it kind.

My sweet dad hurried and put a bunch of mud in a plastic bag, along with ice and 

literally duck-taped the bag around my ankle. Actually, it was pretty funny and his effort was pretty cute.

That night I had to go to wedding, so I was up all night on it... which probably wasn't the smartest decision.

So Sunday rolls around, and it's getting bigger, hotter, stings more, etc.

I ignored my Mom (who was in SF at the time) to go to Urgent care for antibiotics.

Then Monday comes and seriously, it's waking my up from a dead sleep and it's hideously big.

Like you could just go ahead and call my left foot "ogre foot". Anyway, that was my nickname for it.

So I went to Urgent Care, turns out that it was pretty bad. I had a nice infection happening.

The doctor prescribed me some lovely steroids and antibiotics, oh my favorite part,

a nice tetanus shot. My mom was making fun of me, b/c I suddenly turned pretty scared.

I don't like shots. I can handle getting my blood taken, but shots? No, no.

Especially hearing my sister's horror stories from those babies.

One almost passed out, the other threw up.

Turns out it wasn't that bad, but it did hurt. Especially when you could feel the medicine sting &

 spread through your arm. No thanks.

I was told not to walk on it for a couple days, so I've been taking it pretty easy.

I can't complain, but then again, I'm only here for like 3 more days and I can't walk a lot.

Not the most fun I've ever had, but I'm not taking my forced lazy days for granted because

classes start in a week and a half hah.

This is right after I got stung:

The first day after 

I don't think the picture does it justice. It was just so gross and swollen

 And this is me icing it, trying to get it to stop itching. Trust me, I feel like I could just itch it so much that it'll bleed. I wake up in the night itching it like crazy.

Hope you enjoyed my bee-sting story!