Ouch! That Hurt!
It has been a hard week, readers. Yes, I know it is only Tuesday.
So, this morning I dropped H off at school and went for a much needed run. Two miles out I felt sharp, burning pain in my butt. A bee stung me in the ass. Through my running tights. In my obturator internus. While I was running. Two miles out from the car.
I immediately began cursing at the bee as it flew off carelessly, which to an observer, looked like me yelling at someone imaginary. I then began sobbing (more evidence that I am crazy) and turned to head back to the car, praying that nobody would stop and ask if I was okay.
I hobbled the two miles back, drove home sitting on one butt cheek, and got out my supplies.
But of course, I could not even see, much less remove, the stinger. BECAUSE IT WAS IN MY BUTT.
I then had to call a friend to assist with the stinger removal.
Don’t worry- we are very close.