So as I made the turn off Highway 1 onto Bonny Doon Road on yesterday’s lunch bike ride, a bee flew into my mouth and ricocheted wildly as I coughed and spit and orally convulsed. Just when I thought I had him ejected, I felt the stinger sink into the inside of my lip. I eventually slapped him out, but I could already feel the pain spreading through my mouth. I decided I was going to block it all out mentally and focus on the climb—Bonny Doon Road gains about 1100 feet in just two miles—and hope the pain in my legs would outweigh the pain in my mouth. And it pretty much did.
When I got back, I assessed the damage and it didn’t seem so bad. I almost forgot about it by the end of the day.
This morning when I got up, I thought someone had slipped a marble into my mouth. Upon inspecting it in the mirror, it looked as if Angelina Jolie’s lower lip had been grafted onto mine, albeit a bit imbalanced and fatter on the left.
I should have never mentioned this analogy to Chuck at work. Now he wants to kiss me more than he normally does, and have me perform other salacious acts. He really needs to take the harassment class.
(PS - Yes mom, I know I need to shave.)
4 comments:
Benadryl (not just for sleep anymore) & baking soda paste will help.
Ouch!
I've been stung once
when I was 4 years olde
right in my arm pit.
My father made/applied a mud paste
& gave me a stick of Double Mint gum.
~ lou
i had one of those. only it was the upper lip, and the day before the first day of 8th grade. i wish i had a picture. it was really pretty. yours might be prettier.
teacher cindee probably knows what she's talking about, though. i'd take her advice. :)
-emily
I could punch you on the other side to even it out.
Um well, thank you all for the anecdotes, suggestions and offers.
I'm not sure who my pugilistic friend is, but I think I'll pass on that option--thanks anyway. I did take some Benedryl that first night, and while it seemed to help me sleep, I woke up again with swelling. Today it's much better though!
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