The most terrifying experience I have ever had occurred 5 years ago.
Yes, 5 summers ago as I was outside getting my sprinklers hooked up, I tripped over an old bush and was swarmed by many bees that were living under that stump.
I also got stung many, many times.
Now, up until that point I was “Super-Awesome Yard Girl”. I would pull weeds, clip bushes and do all other outside activity with reckless abandon.
After that point I was ultra afraid to step foot outdoors on anything that wasn’t paved. I would fondly tell anyone that I hated nature.
I would scream and squeal at anything that would fly by me. And I wasn’t so much afraid of the pain, but the feeling of being swarmed again.
Each summer that would go by I have been getting better and better. I keep an eye out for bees and such and little by little I am back to my old ways.
So the other day Emily and I had planned to swim when Sarah was napping. Swimming is a BIG DEAL around here people.
Emily is ready by the time I shut Sarah’s door and she is on me like flies on…. She has everything ready; towels, beverages, sunscreen. She would dress me if she could, just to make sure we got outside as soon as possible.
On this particular day, we got out there kind of slow. Sarah didn’t fall asleep right away so I waited until she was asleep. When we did get outside I decided I wanted to just sit and dangle my feet before I got in.
I sat down. I leaned back.
I jumped up and saw the wasp feebly fly away. I sat my half bare keester on a wasp.
I am pretty sure this is what getting stabbed feels like.
I screamed and ran inside and made Emily look because I couldn’t see it.
As I was half screaming and half whimpering I suddenly wondered if one could not be allergic to bees, but could be allergic to wasps? I didn’t know, but I was sure my throat was constricting as I was trying to work through it.
And then I remembered what the nurse told me the last time I got stung. If I was ok after 15 minutes I was going to be ok.
Emily practically set the timer on the clock counting down to the time when I would either be alive or dead just so she didn’t miss any swim time.
Such a sweetie.
And have I mentioned the pain? Holy crap!!! That is some serious pain. Remember when I said that I was ok with the pain, but was deathly afraid of being swarmed?
Let me be clear: I am NOT okay with the pain either.
I ended up napping despite Emily hovering around me telling me that since I hadn’t died after 15 minutes it was ok to swim.
Apparently she didn’t understand the trauma I went through.
You understand, don’t you?