How suddenly a quiet Saturday afternoon can change.
Sitting on the deck with Sally, planning the redistribution of the one sheds contents with a beer in hand, I decided to go look in the shed.
Knowing there has been a “friendly wasp nest” near the door for months, imagine my surprise when a few zapped me as I opened the shed door. (They live in a log on the ground, covered by a shrub)
Stepping back, in surprise, I tried to see why when more stung me randomly.
Moving away faster than Sally has ever seen me move, one more stung me on the foot.
This is that one.
15 minutes later, I was regretting, yet still laughing at the pain, which is a lot more than stepping on hot welding splatter or flux. Trust me.
45 minutes after the attack, I realised things were changing and collected a few things, including Sally and headed for A&E 10 miles away.
My view when seeing the Advanced Nurse Practitioner.
Observations and an antihistamine later, discharged with extra orders, including not sleeping alone.
From virgin skin to this and worse...... guess my body is not happy.
Will admit that even now 4 hours later, the sting spots all still burning and my arm and armpit Hurt like feck.
Tomorrow we will burn the bastards out, hospitality withdrawn.
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