I made it to 38 without ever having this happen to me.
It’s not a big deal really, it probably happens to most people a few times in their life.
But I was minding my own business. Not hurting anyone. Simply cutting the grass.
Then all of a sudden I felt it on my neck…the sting.
It gave no warning. No buzzing. No nothing.
I swear it felt like my neck and jaw swelled up like a grapefruit and man did it hurt!
Luckily my husband was home and took over. I need to start calling him Dr. because he doctors all of us up when we need it. He sprayed something on it, handed me an ice pack and hovered over me to make sure I didn’t die. Like I said, I’d never gotten stung by a bee before so he was concerned how I would react.
I didn’t die.
And it feels fine now – a bit sore but fine.
Somewhere in the process of all this I said “dammit” with Abby around. So, of course, she paused and repeated it, “dammit”.
I told her “don’t say that”.
She asked me, “don’t say dammit?”
I said “yes, don’t say that.”
She asked “why can’t I say dammit?”
I responded “only grown-ups can say it.”
She asked “so when I get bigger I can say dammit?”
I said “yes, when you get bigger.”
She said “ok, when I get bigger I will say dammit.”
I was laughing by the third time she said it. This may become a problem….