By Wyatt Earp | July 9, 2008
And yet, I’m only partially kidding.
So, a half hour ago, I was mowing the lawn. I figured I would so some much-needed yard work instead of walking today. Smart move, Einstein! As I was finishing up, I felt something on my leg. When I went to see what it was, I felt a crippling pain behind me knee that felt like someone stuck a stiletto into me.
For the next two minutes, I did my Daisy Dorkelina impersonation, and shouted more than a few “sentence enhancers.” The “F-Bomb” being the most prevalent.
I was stung by a bee, and it hurt like Hell. I forgot how much bee stings hurt, since I haven’t been nailed by one since college. I also forgot the sheer terror that goes along with a sting.
You see, I am allergic.
The last time I was stung, I wound up in the hospital after almost passing out in Sociology class. Not fun. I was sweating profusely and felt dizzy, and before you knew it, I was kissing floor. As I type this, I feel okay - except for the stabbing pain in my leg - and hopefully I’ll be fine. The stinger appears to be out, so it shouldn’t be a problem.
However, if you don’t see any new posts after my 6pm post (which I have already written), I’m probably seeing a doctor. Just so you know.
UPDATE: I must be delirious from the venom, because Barack Obama voted for the FISA Bill today, even after he swore he wouldn’t. I mean Obama wouldn’t flip-flop on something so important to his radical base, right?
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