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Yesterday I pulled a folded tarp off my little trailer thinking I should spread it out and secure it for the season... a very unreasonably annoyed bee came flying out of the tarp and slammed me at high speed, butt first of course, right in the middle of my forehead. Now, since I've been a beekeeper, I've only been stung 3 times, each an escalating swelling situation which makes me jealously side eye beeks that go gloveless or even veil-less, the jerks. So, I staggered over to some scraggly dried out lawn, (we've had drought) and try to find a plantain leaf that isn't gross and bug chewed, while the pain in my forehead escalates. Eyes watering, I stuff a questionable leaf in my mouth to chew while running back to the house to find a mirror to check if the stinger is still there. It is. And a large chunk of bee still attached, rest in peace ya wee beeatch. Scrape it off and glob on the chewed green wad of leaf. Lessens the pain fairly quickly, but too much time had passed. I knew it. I glugged down some no-name benadryl that wasn't quite expired yet and hoped for the best. My nose hurt later. Like actually hurt, like I had run into the wall. It felt like someone lobbed a 2x4 at me, smack in the face. My cheeks felt bruised. But it LOOKED ok, just painfully tender and slightly swollen. Fast forward to day break this morning. I pried one eye open to a slit, stumbled to the loo and low and behold, walnuts had grown under each eye, and one in the centre of my forehead. Strangest thing tho, the intense pain was mostly gone but the swelling was a thing to behold. I crashed around in the kitchen making coffee, dropping things until it seemed to get better on account of my mostly upright stature. Then, by the afternoon, the swelling starting sinking to my jaw. It was like one of those Black Mirror episodes where your reflection in the mirror changes while you're looking. Later it was better, although my daughter said it looked like a botox job gone very wrong. I am almost ready for bed now, it still feels weird to squint but my face wouldn't scare a young child any more. I am, however, thankful that I didn't get stung in my mouth or on my throat. I could have been writing this with much less fondness to the wee girls, from a hospital bed.
#beekeeping #beeks #homesteading #countrygirlinjury

Yesterday I pulled a folded tarp off my little trailer thinking I should spread it out and secure it for the season... a very unreasonably annoyed bee came flying out of the tarp and slammed me at high speed, butt first of course, right in the middle of my forehead. Now, since I've been a beekeeper, I've only been stung 3 times, each an escalating swelling situation which makes me jealously side eye beeks that go gloveless or even veil-less, the jerks. So, I staggered over to some scraggly dried out lawn, (we've had drought) and try to find a plantain leaf that isn't gross and bug chewed, while the pain in my forehead escalates. Eyes watering, I stuff a questionable leaf in my mouth to chew while running back to the house to find a mirror to check if the stinger is still there. It is. And a large chunk of bee still attached, rest in peace ya wee beeatch. Scrape it off and glob on the chewed green wad of leaf. Lessens the pain fairly quickly, but too much time had passed. I knew it. I glugged down some no-name benadryl that wasn't quite expired yet and hoped for the best. My nose hurt later. Like actually hurt, like I had run into the wall. It felt like someone lobbed a 2x4 at me, smack in the face. My cheeks felt bruised. But it LOOKED ok, just painfully tender and slightly swollen. Fast forward to day break this morning. I pried one eye open to a slit, stumbled to the loo and low and behold, walnuts had grown under each eye, and one in the centre of my forehead. Strangest thing tho, the intense pain was mostly gone but the swelling was a thing to behold. I crashed around in the kitchen making coffee, dropping things until it seemed to get better on account of my mostly upright stature. Then, by the afternoon, the swelling starting sinking to my jaw. It was like one of those Black Mirror episodes where your reflection in the mirror changes while you're looking. Later it was better, although my daughter said it looked like a botox job gone very wrong. I am almost ready for bed now, it still feels weird to squint but my face wouldn't scare a young child any more. I am, however, thankful that I didn't get stung in my mouth or on my throat. I could have been writing this with much less fondness to the wee girls, from a hospital bed.
#beekeeping #beeks #homesteading #countrygirlinjury

Yesterday I pulled a folded tarp off my little trailer thinking I should spread it out and secure it for the season... a very unreasonably annoyed bee came flying out of the tarp and slammed me at high speed, butt first of course, right in the middle of my forehead. Now, since I've been a beekeeper, I've only been stung 3 times, each an escalating swelling situation which makes me jealously side eye beeks that go gloveless or even veil-less, the jerks. So, I staggered over to some scraggly dried out lawn, (we've had drought) and try to find a plantain leaf that isn't gross and bug chewed, while the pain in my forehead escalates. Eyes watering, I stuff a questionable leaf in my mouth to chew while running back to the house to find a mirror to check if the stinger is still there. It is. And a large chunk of bee still attached, rest in peace ya wee beeatch. Scrape it off and glob on the chewed green wad of leaf. Lessens the pain fairly quickly, but too much time had passed. I knew it. I glugged down some no-name benadryl that wasn't quite expired yet and hoped for the best. My nose hurt later. Like actually hurt, like I had run into the wall. It felt like someone lobbed a 2x4 at me, smack in the face. My cheeks felt bruised. But it LOOKED ok, just painfully tender and slightly swollen. Fast forward to day break this morning. I pried one eye open to a slit, stumbled to the loo and low and behold, walnuts had grown under each eye, and one in the centre of my forehead. Strangest thing tho, the intense pain was mostly gone but the swelling was a thing to behold. I crashed around in the kitchen making coffee, dropping things until it seemed to get better on account of my mostly upright stature. Then, by the afternoon, the swelling starting sinking to my jaw. It was like one of those Black Mirror episodes where your reflection in the mirror changes while you're looking. Later it was better, although my daughter said it looked like a botox job gone very wrong. I am almost ready for bed now, it still feels weird to squint but my face wouldn't scare a young child any more. I am, however, thankful that I didn't get stung in my mouth or on my throat. I could have been writing this with much less fondness to the wee girls, from a hospital bed.
#beekeeping #beeks #homesteading #countrygirlinjury

Yesterday I pulled a folded tarp off my little trailer thinking I should spread it out and secure it for the season... a very unreasonably annoyed bee came flying out of the tarp and slammed me at high speed, butt first of course, right in the middle of my forehead. Now, since I've been a beekeeper, I've only been stung 3 times, each an escalating swelling situation which makes me jealously side eye beeks that go gloveless or even veil-less, the jerks. So, I staggered over to some scraggly dried out lawn, (we've had drought) and try to find a plantain leaf that isn't gross and bug chewed, while the pain in my forehead escalates. Eyes watering, I stuff a questionable leaf in my mouth to chew while running back to the house to find a mirror to check if the stinger is still there. It is. And a large chunk of bee still attached, rest in peace ya wee beeatch. Scrape it off and glob on the chewed green wad of leaf. Lessens the pain fairly quickly, but too much time had passed. I knew it. I glugged down some no-name benadryl that wasn't quite expired yet and hoped for the best. My nose hurt later. Like actually hurt, like I had run into the wall. It felt like someone lobbed a 2x4 at me, smack in the face. My cheeks felt bruised. But it LOOKED ok, just painfully tender and slightly swollen. Fast forward to day break this morning. I pried one eye open to a slit, stumbled to the loo and low and behold, walnuts had grown under each eye, and one in the centre of my forehead. Strangest thing tho, the intense pain was mostly gone but the swelling was a thing to behold. I crashed around in the kitchen making coffee, dropping things until it seemed to get better on account of my mostly upright stature. Then, by the afternoon, the swelling starting sinking to my jaw. It was like one of those Black Mirror episodes where your reflection in the mirror changes while you're looking. Later it was better, although my daughter said it looked like a botox job gone very wrong. I am almost ready for bed now, it still feels weird to squint but my face wouldn't scare a young child any more. I am, however, thankful that I didn't get stung in my mouth or on my throat. I could have been writing this with much less fondness to the wee girls, from a hospital bed.
#beekeeping #beeks #homesteading #countrygirlinjury

Yesterday I pulled a folded tarp off my little trailer thinking I should spread it out and secure it for the season... a very unreasonably annoyed bee came flying out of the tarp and slammed me at high speed, butt first of course, right in the middle of my forehead. Now, since I've been a beekeeper, I've only been stung 3 times, each an escalating swelling situation which makes me jealously side eye beeks that go gloveless or even veil-less, the jerks. So, I staggered over to some scraggly dried out lawn, (we've had drought) and try to find a plantain leaf that isn't gross and bug chewed, while the pain in my forehead escalates. Eyes watering, I stuff a questionable leaf in my mouth to chew while running back to the house to find a mirror to check if the stinger is still there. It is. And a large chunk of bee still attached, rest in peace ya wee beeatch. Scrape it off and glob on the chewed green wad of leaf. Lessens the pain fairly quickly, but too much time had passed. I knew it. I glugged down some no-name benadryl that wasn't quite expired yet and hoped for the best. My nose hurt later. Like actually hurt, like I had run into the wall. It felt like someone lobbed a 2x4 at me, smack in the face. My cheeks felt bruised. But it LOOKED ok, just painfully tender and slightly swollen. Fast forward to day break this morning. I pried one eye open to a slit, stumbled to the loo and low and behold, walnuts had grown under each eye, and one in the centre of my forehead. Strangest thing tho, the intense pain was mostly gone but the swelling was a thing to behold. I crashed around in the kitchen making coffee, dropping things until it seemed to get better on account of my mostly upright stature. Then, by the afternoon, the swelling starting sinking to my jaw. It was like one of those Black Mirror episodes where your reflection in the mirror changes while you're looking. Later it was better, although my daughter said it looked like a botox job gone very wrong. I am almost ready for bed now, it still feels weird to squint but my face wouldn't scare a young child any more. I am, however, thankful that I didn't get stung in my mouth or on my throat. I could have been writing this with much less fondness to the wee girls, from a hospital bed.
#beekeeping #beeks #homesteading #countrygirlinjury