….and then take your right foot out and HOLY CRAP shake it like all about like mad, and then scream bloody murder. Sadly, I am not doing the Hokey Pokey, but shaking off a swarm of yellow jackets whose home I happened to be mowing over.
That’s right, Meg stepped on a big old nest of nasty ground wasps while attempting to conduct a mind-clearing clipping of the lawn. (Am I weird like that? It makes me feel much more organized and orderly to see a manicured lawn free of weeds).
And in horror movie-like fashion, they came after me as I ran to the house. I was in my kitchen picking them off my clothes and stomping on them. I then tried to figure out how many times I had been stung, and then sat ready to dial 911 in case the anaphylactic shock set in and I needed the fire department to cart me off to the hospital. Luckily (should I even use that word????) normal breathing continued while all my extremities swelled. Rememer those filmstrips from grade school of people with Elephantiasis in Asia and Africa??? That would be my foot.
After a great night of beauty sleep, off to the doctor I went. She gave me a course of prednisone for the next two weeks, which might mean I’ll be juiced and crazy? I asked if iced and flavored vodka could be prescribed too, and she recommended Gray Goose Orange. (Love you Dr. Kate!)
|Why Madge, do you use Palmolive on that right hand – it’s so soft and smooth like a baby’s bottom!|