Like I needed one more reason to hate mowing grass!

So, I think I need to quit blogging. Because just when I think I have nothing to blog about, it seems as though something comes along that is blog worthy, but generally exceedingly undesirable. It's true - while speeding to the hospital last night, I actually had the thought, well, at least I'll have something to blog about. Now that I have your attention - a short story from one high on drugs so bear with me. Last night around 6:30 or so (way too much detail already, sorry) I was out mowing the grass when this evil and possessed bee flew out of no where and left his stinger in my hand. It hurt like, well, a lot. So I came in the house and tended to that for a bit, then went out to mow again. I was mowing along and determined to finish but was feeling really really itchy. I've since heard that intense allergic reactions alter your thinking, judgement, and cause sort of a panic type feel - all true in this case. I just kept thinking, I have to finish mowing. Then my face started to tingle and I thought, oh well, I can still breathe. Must mow, must mow. Then it was as if I didn't even make the decision, but found myself heading speedily for the house where thank GOD my roommate was. I started telling her that I think something's wrong, I feel really really weird, but couldn't think straight or talk right. She suggested I stand under some cold water. So I went to the bathroom and looked at my face and thought, my nose looks huge. No, can't be. My mouth was all tight and felt weird. Face started getting puffy... Then I started feeling some welts and called her in again and by then they were all over the place - big puffy, white welts. And everything just itched and hurt all at the same time. So we sped off to the hospital which is only a few yards away. It seemed to take plenty of time - the receptionist took me to a back room and said a nurse would be in soon. It seemed like an eternity, but it's the oddest feeling that I can't describe - Bethany was trying to distract me by talking about other things but all I could feel was this panic and like my skin was going to eat me alive. When the nurse finally arrived, she had to be about 107. She looked at me and muttered something and started walking away, and we weren't sure if we were supposed to follow her but we did and the other people who were back there took one look and said some things that got her moving and got me in a room quite quickly. Then they of course did the usual - hook up to the monitor and IV and started pumping lots of drugs. They gave me lots of Benadryll along with epinephrine which they said will make me a bit - I can't remember the word - but jumpy or something like that. And some steroids and other stuff. So my skin was settling down and that felt nice, but then all of a sudden my scalp got really hot, throat felt really weird, I felt all lightheaded - it was so weird and I thought maybe I was dying, but the nurse (another one who was wonderful) assured me that it was just the drugs working. Then I got the shakes and laid there convulsing against my will and they would try to ask me questions and I couldn't talk right. But after that subsided, things got mostly better, I laid there in a drug induced stupor and slept some and finally around 4 hours later they let me go. Wheeled me out to the car - how embarrassing. Walking wasn't really my strong point at that moment I guess. When I got home I still had red spots all over and my feet felt like they were on fire. Now I'm supposed to be taking some powerful drugs for awhile and it's going to make working rather difficult. Not sure what to do about that. And the steriods I'm taking are supposed to make me inexplicably happy - hopefully no one notices too much of a difference. I have to see another Dr. this afternoon and see what he has to say. So that's my story. Funny how I haven't really noticed the sunburn I got while hanging out at the beach with LaRonda this past weekend. It was so good to catch up with her. And see Bethany too and other Ohio friends. Okay, that's all for now. I'm going to go repose upon my couch.