Friday, July 18, 2008

The perfect injury

I've decided that yellow jacket stings are the perfect injury. I've got two, one on my left inner ankle and one on my right lower calf. Both have swelled prettily, although not so much that they look bizarre, and both itch and ache just enough that I can feel genuinely sorry for myself. Walking really does make the swelling and pain worse, which means I can lie in bed reading without feeling a bit guilty; but they don't interfere with normal activities to a great degree.

That means I can't go for a brisk two-mile walk tonight, and instead I have to lie around eating bridge mix and watching Outlaw Star. But I can definitely go see Weird Al Yankovic tomorrow night!

4 comments:

Catherine J Gardner said...

Ooh, what are yellow jackets? I hate insects of all descriptions.

K.C. Shaw said...

They're like mean bees crossed with wasps. Like wasps, they don't die after they sting, so they can sting more than once. Like bees, they are striped yellow and black (but they're not fuzzy like bees, they're hard like wasps). Their stings hurt hurt hurt!

Catherine J Gardner said...

OMG! I am so glad we don't get those suckers.

K.C. Shaw said...

Lucky you! Although I bet you have insects just as horrible that we don't have.