The title doesn’t make sense yet. . .but it will.

Friday was a BEAUTIFUL day and after a long week at work, I went to my pool.  No surprise there.  I was there yacking with the neighbors.  Again, no surprise there.  Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spot something rather large – larger than a fly – and it was dive bombing my cold beer.  Well, I just couldn’t have that.  That was MY cold beer, dammit, and I didn’t want to share it with any stinkin’ flying insects.  So I, as any protective mother would guard her young, immediately swatted at it with my left hand to brush it away and instill in this evil little flying varment that “I” was drinking this cold beer and “IT” could not partake.  Well, let me tell you, it never occurred to me that the little bastard would sting me.  I didn’t get a horribly good look at it (since my motherly protective instinct for my cold beer was so quick to react), but I do know that it wasn’t a bee and it was too small to be a wasp.  But it was black like a wasp – just thinner.  My true description of the little buggar is that of a Mutant Mosquito.  He was built like a mosquito, black, but WAY bigger.  And the little bastard stung my left ring finger.

Well, since I had the cold beer with me, I immediately stuck my hand in the cooler (it also serves for medicinal purposes) and that seemed to help.  I took my ring off just in case it swelled, but it didn’t – not so much.  It swelled ever so slightly.

The next day when everybody came over for the dinner (THAT is another whole post for another day), it was stinging still a little and I showed it to my mom and to my boys.  Since there was no real swelling to speak of, I couldn’t garner an ounce of sympathy.  So I just wowed them with the food.

WELL – Sunday morning, I woke up at 4am and my hand was itching like there was NO tomorrow.  I get up to put some ice on it and HOLY CRAP, it was swollen like a mutha.  What a freakin’ delayed reaction I have, is all I thought.  As the day went on, it became more and more uncomfortable.   But I didn’t pay it much mind.  With my house cleaned and my chores caught up, I had not a thing planned for the day except to go to the pool and finish my book.  (I had missed Saturday because I was cooking ALL day)  That’s what I was thinking about.  So with everything done, I changed into my swimsuit and packed the cooler and grabbed some snacks.  As soon as I had everything together, THIS is what I walked outside to:

It came out of nowhere!  It was beautiful and sunshiny just a very few minutes before.  Now what was equivalent of a mini hurricane with hail and crazy, gusty wind and torential rain descended on us. 

When it was over, I walked over to the pool and just planned to sit under the cabanna thingy and smell the rain (I love the smell of rain and of fresh cut grass.  I know I’m weird.) just because I felt like being outside.  I prefer outside. . . especially when I had spent most of my weekend in my kitchen.  Anyway, I didn’t carry my camera with me because I wasn’t expecting anything spectacular, but daaaaannnnggg!  There were tables overturned, chairs strewn about, and umbrellas upside down.  I started straightening up what looked like a hurricane had done, then I noticed the tree.  Our fat, beautiful tree!  (I called it fat because it was pruned just perfectly to look so full and so FAT)  It was stripped.  Part of it fell one way and another part of it fell the other way.  And all it had still standing was one little center branch.  It was just a big stick now.  I couldn’t believe it.  But the wind HAD been crazy.  Not just blowing in one direction, but blowing in circles.  The tree out in front of my house had been swinging around in circles too.  You can’t really tell in the picture, but that’s what I was trying to capture.  And that was BEFORE I saw what happened to the tree by the pool.

Anyway, it rained off and on the rest of the day, so I stayed inside and read my book.  And it was probably a good thing too because I started not feeling well.  My hand continued to swell, then it started getting the bumps and in general, I just didn’t feel good.

Long story short, I went to the doctor yesterday and he said that I have Cellulitis in my hand.  Either that little bastard that bit me was carrying some kind of nasty bacteria germs, or some nasty bacteria germs settled into the bite.  Not sure which, but I got a tetanus shot anyway and some antibiotics.  I started that right away and by this morning, I can see significant progress.  I think I’m going to live.

But I’m keepin’ my eye out for that little flyin’ stinkin’ stingin’ mutha.  I’m on to him now.