I was stung again today – I didn’t do anything to the damn yellow jacket. I was minding my own business at 7 in the morning, hiking on a cool day beneath a cloudy sky. Wham! Stung right on my left side about six inches above the previous sting.
This reaction was worse. Hubby says – “You don’t look so hot…” I don’t know how I looked. We were fourteen-fifteen minutes from the car. He had the Epi-pen at the ready. He held the dog’s leash with one hand and me with the other, dragged us both along.
All I know is I was pissed off and scared. Within minutes my face felt all flushed, my head began to pound, my ears filled up, certain portions of my anatomy itched like hell – including some unmentionable areas- and I thought I might pass out. But I couldn’t pass out. We happened to be on a trail the EMTs would have difficulty finding. I had to make it to the parking lot and since I could still breathe, on we went.
Unbelievable. No more hiking until yellow jacket season is over. This is just like the year I was stung three times in three weeks and after the third sting, collapsed in a parking lot. A police officer had to take my dog, Louie, home for me while I went to the ER.
This is what I want for my birthday, or for Chrismukkah– Ripley’s flamethrower. Remember. Group gift. Flamethrower.