Have you ever had one of those spells when it seems like the planets all align with the single purpose of driving you crazy? I had one earlier.
It started when I went out to feed the animals. Just as I get out there, I get a text from BB2K - "I'm dying, come get me." She hadn't been feeling well when I dropped her off, so I wasn't really surprised. I told her I was feeding and would be there in a while. Get on with feeding, and get chased into the house by a thunderstorm. Twice. I already had a couple of errands that I knew I had to run when I picked her up, so this really had to get done before I left. Finally things settle down enough for me to get everything seen to, and as I am letting my now impatient horses out of their stalls, a wasp stings me on the back of the head, apparently simply for existing within the same universe. Now, I'm not, like, grab-an-epipen-and-dial-911 allergic, but me getting stung isn't a joke; if I don't take countermeasures, I will wind up with a swelling the size of a salad plate.so I dashed to the house, soaked a paper towel in ammonia, and applied it to the back of my head. Not very pleasant, but it works - only, I can't very well drive like that. After a moment's thought, I dug out an elastic headband and used it to hold the impromptu poultice in place. I'm so glad my car has tinted windows; I drove to my daughter's school looking like a half drowned hippie. I ditched the headband in the parking lot, but I was still pretty damp and disheveled when I went into the building. Nobody said anything, I fear they may be getting used to the "rode hard and put up wet" look. Ugh.
Finally home; the ammonia did its job and my head is not twice its normal size - though it feels like someone is trying to push one of my knitting needles into the back of it. I want to kill something. . . maybe a dish of ice cream? The way my luck is running, I'll wind up with brain freeze.
It started when I went out to feed the animals. Just as I get out there, I get a text from BB2K - "I'm dying, come get me." She hadn't been feeling well when I dropped her off, so I wasn't really surprised. I told her I was feeding and would be there in a while. Get on with feeding, and get chased into the house by a thunderstorm. Twice. I already had a couple of errands that I knew I had to run when I picked her up, so this really had to get done before I left. Finally things settle down enough for me to get everything seen to, and as I am letting my now impatient horses out of their stalls, a wasp stings me on the back of the head, apparently simply for existing within the same universe. Now, I'm not, like, grab-an-epipen-and-dial-911 allergic, but me getting stung isn't a joke; if I don't take countermeasures, I will wind up with a swelling the size of a salad plate.so I dashed to the house, soaked a paper towel in ammonia, and applied it to the back of my head. Not very pleasant, but it works - only, I can't very well drive like that. After a moment's thought, I dug out an elastic headband and used it to hold the impromptu poultice in place. I'm so glad my car has tinted windows; I drove to my daughter's school looking like a half drowned hippie. I ditched the headband in the parking lot, but I was still pretty damp and disheveled when I went into the building. Nobody said anything, I fear they may be getting used to the "rode hard and put up wet" look. Ugh.
Finally home; the ammonia did its job and my head is not twice its normal size - though it feels like someone is trying to push one of my knitting needles into the back of it. I want to kill something. . . maybe a dish of ice cream? The way my luck is running, I'll wind up with brain freeze.
