Last week, I submitted a post about some of my wife’s physical challenges and our need to cancel our vacation trip to Germany to visit our grandson. Now, I’d like to tell you about a HUGE medical problem that I had. Er, well, it actually wasn’t such a serious problem, but it was very bothersome nonetheless.
The Friday before last, it was a toasty ninety-degrees outside here in Rochester along with some very oppressive humidity. The forecast for Saturday was the same, so I was determined to mow the lawn and get it over with prior to the weekend. I was mowing the backyard and doing pretty well in the heat, when I suddenly felt a very sharp pain in my right leg. I looked down and noticed about ten angry bees buzzing around me. I had run over the home of some ground-nesting bees with the lawnmower and they obviously weren’t very happy with me. Overcome with anger at being stung, I marched into the garage and grabbed the insect spray and soaked that bees nest like nobody’s business. Not one of my better moments.
I finished mowing the back yard as well as the front and took a shower, especially concentrating on washing the area of the bee sting. I’ve had many bee stings over the course of 63 years and after the initial pain, they always faded away after a day or two. However, last summer I was walking along the Erie Canal path with my wife and a bee stung me in the foot. Over the course of a few days, the sting area swelled up and itched like crazy and I ended up seeing my doctor for some antibiotics. And just like that occurrence, the skin area of this new sting began to redden and swell up. I woke up at 4 a.m. on Sunday morning because the sting site was itching like crazy (photo above). I couldn’t go through another night like that so I went to a nearby Urgent Care facility and asked for some antibiotics. The doctor prescribed some Prednisone instead, and by Tuesday the pain, swelling, and itching had pretty much disappeared.
So why am I now so sensitive to bee stings? Ach, I’m falling apart. It’s quite amazing how one little sting can have such a huge impact on your days and nights. Bees are a part of the Lord’s intricate creation and they do so much good by pollinating plants and flowers. I’m also a big fan of honey on my morning cereal. The bee population has dipped quite a bit due to insecticides and I surely didn’t help their cause. The bee sting and all of the drama over a little skin puncture reminded me that we live in a fallen world in frail tents of human flesh. Even a “little” accident or illness can thoroughly upset our entire apple cart and rock our world. Thank you, Lord, for reminding me of my flimsy mortality and my dependence on You. And thanks, too, for doctors and medicine!
“The rules of the Lord are true, and righteous altogether. More to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb.” Psalm 19:9-10
Postscript: What? There’s more to this whine fest? Just like something out of a bad “Twilight Zone” episode, as I was mowing the lawn this past Friday, I mowed over the same bees’ nest and was stung ONCE AGAIN, this time on the lower left leg (photo below left). I applied some over-the-counter anti-itch lotion, which was ineffective and ended up going to Urgent Care yesterday for another prescription of Prednisone. Must I now wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt when I mow? Needless to say, the underground bees’ nest took a major “hit” involving an incendiary liquid following this second incident (photo of charred remnants, below right).