bee in the bonnet

on saturday's very wimpy ride, right near edgewood a bee flew into my helmet. i shook my head violently to dislodge it and continued on my way for a couple yards, then thought, you know, that was a bee -- maybe i should pull over and make sure it's really out.

so i pulled over, and as i was fumbling with the straps, the fucker stung me. i haven't had more than 2 bee stings my entire life. my aunt is deathly allergic to bee stings, and i thought to myself, "whelp, now i'll find out how allergic i am to bees". i got the helmet off and shook the bee away. helmet went back on the head and i continued on my way. wow, it sure stung.

i got home without dying and showed the sting to hops. it wasn't so bad. i figured i'd finally found one thing i wasn't allergic to.

whelp, i was wrong about that.

by sunday evening i had a golf-ball shaped lump on my head. this morning, it's attained baseball size. once i have my daily antihistamine i'm sure it will go down, but for a couple of days i'm going to look somewhat like the elephant man. yay!