Thursday, September 13, 2007
Yesterday afternoon, Nettus and I were figuring out how we wanted our trees to grow in the garden, when I reached out for the wrong branch. A wasp came out of nowhere and attacked me, stinging me at least twice (although it felt like five...).
Thinking it was a bee (we have a bee nest in the old acacia outside our gate) and having never been stung by a bee before, I called my sister in law just to make sure I was not having an allergic reaction. But as I was speaking to her, the pain spread creatively throughout my body, my breathing got heavier and all I could think of was by great longing to fall asleep. I started to cry when Nettus and Renate told me that I had to keep awake until the doctor came!
The adventure - which one must call if it one wants to see it from the positive side - ended up with me getting the most painful shot of antidote I have ever received (Nettus has firmly stated that by the size of the needle used, she intends to avoid all wasps stings in the future, and if she ever gets stung, she will deny it ever happened) but it was worth it, because within minutes, my heart started beating normally again and I suddenly got an overdose of energy. Which I made up for this morning, sleeping until eleven o'clock... Mmmmm.... :-)