Today started out like a semi-normal Wednesday where Alex and I were happily grooming dogs. I went to put a dog up and.. stuck my head in a hornet's nest. I ran, dodged, but 5 of the buggers got me in the head. I yelped and began digging all the stingers out. I thought I was successful and went back to grooming with some whimpering. While I was grooming Berke:
I began to feel tired and sat down. Not entirely out of the ordinary but well... Alex had left and my husband found me leaning over the table casually stripping Berke's coat. He mentioned that I didn't look so well and he wanted me to go to football practice with them in case I fell and died or something. I agreed and left my half groomed Jack Russell to enjoy himself. I didn't feel too badly that evening but then things changed the next day:
Yeah, it was no bueno. I headed to Urgent Care after leaving work to take a nap and seeing my face definitely heading in the wrong direction. They gave me a steroid shot and I dragged my stupid carcass out.
I hate you stinging bugs!