scratch temptations

I got stung by a bee on Tuesday. It got me in the foot while I was wearing sandals. Shortly after this, Mark and I played horseshoes in a area of the yard that had much foliage.
This morning, I noticed that my foot had red splotches on it and that it itched like never before.

A) I had a mild allergic reaction to the bee sting that is causing my day to be filled with itching torment
B) I happened to get poison ivy in the exact spot that I was stung by a bee, and will have to survive the rest of the day in itching torment

UPDATE: I’ve been informed that oftentimes a bee sting will itch miserably post sting. So it appears that that is what happened.

5 thoughts on “scratch temptations

  • 6/16/2005 at 4:26 pm

    Dude! Too bad about the bee sting. Sounds scary. But the bee probably died, and that’s decent revenge.

  • 6/16/2005 at 10:04 pm

    Oh man, do you need some sort of consiliatory blowjob?
    Bee (and other stinging insect) stings, on a scale of 1 to 10 in the grand scale of things you need to worry about, is approximately a 0.5. This is right between “not worthy of discussion with even a guy you sit next to on an airplane” and “stuff you shouldn’t even admit to your therapist.”

    The minimum threat level you should ever post even a sentence about (let alone the several paragraphs you threw up there) on a livejournal or equivalent blog account is about a 3. This encompasses such badass hardships as “scary encounter with possible sasquatch, I’m not sure, it could have been a racoon, I heard a lot of rustling” and “I have VD.”

    You know nothing of pain my friend, so suck it up. Everybody stop feeding Mike’s girly tendencies of self-pity, and if you have any questions keep in mind abominable snowmen and their darker-furred North American counterparts are known to tear people’s arms off without provocation.


  • 6/16/2005 at 11:39 pm

    I bet Sander and Mr. E are best friends.

  • 6/17/2005 at 7:14 am


    ZERO POINT FIVE? Zero point five is “I dropped my pencil as I was reaching for my TPS report.” This bee sting is growing into a solid six. As we speak I can feel my toe burning and itching in a steady throbbing that matches my heartbeat precisely. It feels like someone is constantly grinding steel wool underneath my toenail.

    And I assure you, if someone had been sitting at my feet with a pad of steel wool grinding it deep into my toe for the past 24 hours, I would blog about it. I might even go into fuller detail.

    If you saw my toe, a gnarled mass of purplish flesh that palpitates like some sort of primordial slug, you too might agree it’s worthy of blogging.

    So I’ll leave your wimpy abominable snowmen for the prissy blogs. My venom filled amputation worthy appendages should more than suffice.

    -mike d.

  • 6/17/2005 at 11:42 am

    Speaking of primordial slugs, remember when I kept biting my lip?
    That was gross.

    Haha, steel wool. I like that.

    Who’s Mr. E?



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