Today Spencer the Younger's class had a apple picking day and they need some parents to go along. It sounded like fun so I decide to join them. We walked only one street from the elementary so it wasn't too far. Rex and Brandt were excited to go.
As the kids started picking apples two girls got stung by bees. I stayed back a bit and then decided to go help Spencer the Younger by holding his bag. Immediately I was stung by two bees. I totally freaked out because I didn't have my epi-pen on me. Thank goodness my friend Kelly came on the field trip so I quickly told her that I had to run home and she watched the boys for me. Our house was only two blocks away but I was panicking the whole way. When I got home I quickly called Spencer and asked him to come home now! Then I went upstairs to give myself a shot. All I needed to do was jab my thigh with the pen but I just couldn't do it. I kept telling myself that I could die and I better hurry and just do it. I would count to three and then stop. The thought of a needle going into my leg was just over the top. Luckily Spencer came home fast and he did it for me. It didn't hurt too bad but I still don't think I could do it myself. I am glad that my breathing never slowed down and I didn't go into too much shock. It has been many, many years since I have been stung. I think I was about 12 or 13 when I found out that I was allergic.
This was my first time using the epi-pen. Right after my leg went really stiff and sore. My wrist, where the bees stung me, didn't swell up too bad until this evening. Just as my leg got feeling better my wrist started to swell and itch. I think the shot wore off. Hopefully tonight it will get better instead of getting worse. I just hope that I don't break out in hives tonight like I did when I was young.
It is amazing how a small little insect can create so much havoc.
