I got stung on Saturday morning, as I was walking, on the back of my left hand. I felt something on my hand, and as I brushed it off, its stinger got left behind, although not much imbedded in my skin.
But it was enough. The site hurt, it swelled, my hand swelled, got hot and red. I got some first aid from a shopkeeper friend, and I continued with self-help remedies at home. Clearly I hadn’t gone into shock, but my track record for getting stings to resolve easily and quickly is not great. It did seem to get better on Saturday, but, it turns out, the improvement was only temporary.
This morning the red hot swelling was beginning to spread down my wrist . So I got a doctor’s appointment, and after hearing my history, the doctor concluded I have what is called a “delayed allergic reaction.”
I have been trying to see a positive metaphor in this experience, and I’m wondering if people ever experience falling in love this way. For example, I’m supposed to alternate treating it with cold packs and hot wet compresses; maybe that’s how people in love sometimes behave towards each other?
I don’t know, maybe I’m stretching this metaphor possibility a bit, but the area burns, and I would like to get something positive out of putting up with this.