OK, So last Friday was my Birthday. Those that know me know how old and I am, the rest will have to guess. :-) Anyway, I had a wonderful day! My family made me feel very loved with calling and cards and cleaning and cooking. The last two could easily be my favorites!
My sweet Hubby let me order something that I had been wanting for a while. I'll write about that later.
The only other thing that I wanted was to go to an arts and crafts fair that is in the northern part of our state. That was on Saturday. I was so excited when they all said that we were going!
I woke up early and got ready and had two cups of coffee. In all of the excitement I didn't even think about eating any breakfast. We left around 9 in the morning and arrived at the fair around 10:30 or so. Traffic was terrible but expected. We got out paid our entry fee and started walking around. I was beside myself with some of the exhibits since I love to craft also. Beautiful quilts, crocheted pieces, water color paintings, and ceramics, etc. My heart was pounding, because around every corner was a new craft for me to look at. No one knows how long I've wanted to open a craft business of my own, so with each step my head exploded with new ideas.
Oh and there was tons of food and handmade soaps and honey. Now I have a weakness for honey. Especially the raw organic kind. One of my favorite sweeteners.
Along the way to the honey stand we bought a funnel cake to share. The only thing that I ate that morning. We stopped and looked at the ponies. That was for Jessica. She's my horse crazy kid. Finally we arrived at the honey stand. We had walked around for about 2 hours at this point. Give or take 15 minutes. And the day was beginning to warm up just a bit.
Next to the honey booth was an old fashioned root cellar. I wandered over to have a look inside. I love history and pioneer things too. I leaned inside the window/ door opening and saw a few bees buzzing around. One flew near me and I sort of shooed him away. The next one stung me on my right hand between my second and third finger. I brushed the stinger out and noticed that it was burning just a bit. I didn't worry much about it, since I've never had an allergic reaction to stings in the past. But this day with just having coffee, sugary sweet funnel cake, that was a little greasy I might add, and the heat of the day, I started feeling a little woozy. Hubby suggested we go back to the truck where we had a picnic lunch and get a little something before we toured around a little more. I agreed and made a beeline as it were for the truck.
Once in the truck I had a chicken wing and a couple sips of soda. Things were getting warm and I asked if we could get some air. I leaned into the air vent and said something about black spots and that was the last thing I remember until Hubby was telling me that Jessica had gone to get the paramedics.
So the few minutes that I was out they were pulling on me, slapping me and I evidently was making noises like I was having a hard time breathing. Which scared everyone half to death. They were very concerned that I was having a severe reaction to the sting or they thought that I was having a seizure. I know that part isn't very funny. I found out later that my girls were crying, because they thought that Mom was going to die. Very Happy to say that I didn't.
The paramedic arrived and checked me out. Took my blood pressure and checked my oxygen levels. Told me that everything was normal except that my heart beat was a little fast. What did he expect? I mean after all I was sitting in the middle of a field with total strangers around me asking if I was allergic to bee stings or if I was taking any kind of medication, and the whole time my stomach is telling me that everything inside it is ready to revisit the daylight. Yes, I know that he was doing his job. I am truly appreciative of that. But I wasn't coherent enough at the time to put all of my thoughts out there. In my head all I could think was: No please, no epi pens I'm not allergic! The paramedic said that I probably was suffering from a little heat exhaustion and an overload of sugary stuff. Something that I seldom load up on.
After I threw up everything that was in my tummy and regained my senses I realized that I did have a reaction to the bee sting. Not severe though. My hand swelled up for a couple of days and I felt very tired. But the application of lavender oil to the area and washing with
Cheeky Maiden lavender soap made it feel much better by Monday afternoon.
So my grand adventure for my birthday ended with my Hubby saying Bee -1, Mom - 0. I think that I still won the war though because my family has been very attentive since then. I am LOVED!
Just the same I think I will take it easy next birthday and just stay home.
Blessings to All ~S~
