Two days ago, my son and two daughters were in the yard playing when, all of the sudden, they all started screaming like crazy. I thought they were being attacked by coyotes, they were so panicky sounding. I ran outside and around the house, chasing after my son, who was running around the house chasing me, screaming. (the girls, it turns out, were screaming just because he was screaming. Girls!) My heart was slamming in my chest and my mind was going crazy. I was trying to figure out if everything was going to be okay. I was scared, let me tell you. I finally caught up to the boy, and, through his frantic sobbing, was able to figure out that he had been stung by a bee. On the ear. Yeah. Ouch. This is what he looked like yesterday.
Again, with the awful picture. Really, if you have an extra camera laying around….
His ear blew up to an unimaginable size! It is hard to tell in this picture, but it was red, and huge, and itchy. Then, the red started to spread and by last night, it was halfway around his neck and both his glands in his neck were swollen. This morning, he looks better. I am sure that tomorrow he will be back to normal. For now, I am dosing him with Robitussin regularly and praying, praying, praying. We are going to have to get an epi-pen for that boy. That was too scary for the mama.
But that is not the end of the story. Yesterday, my mom, sisters, cousins and aunt were all here to help clean up the place (in preparation for todays memorial service for my grandpa) and my sister and mom both got attacked by bees. It is like a bad dream. My sis, who is all business, took some revenge, pouring boiling water into the hole in the ground where they are nesting. She plans a second attack this evening. Nothing like a few bee stings to make you fight back, eh?
So that is a little peek into my life, as I head out to a service in honor of my Grandpa. We are expecting about 400 guests to attend, just a fraction of the people God used him to touch in his long, beautiful life.