I have had several bee encounters. The worst one:
Back in 1988 I was stung in the throat by a honeybee at my dads house, was about 8 or 10 days after my wedding. Had been stung alot as a kid so thought nothing of it. Sat there for about 3 or 4 minutes and kept feelin for a welt. Well, it never got swollen, thought that was wierd so I walked thru the front door, they have a huge mirror in the entry. About the time I opened the screen door I felt my whole body swell up and get hot. I instantly got an massive headache that almost dropped me to my knees. I looked in the mirror, what I saw scared the S*** outta me. Bright red swollen body and face.
My wife, sister, granny and stepmom watched as I ran thru the house screaming at them to get the F ing keys and get me to the hospital. Headed straight to the garage and into dad's car screaming get me to the F ing hospital. Damn, I knew I was about to die.
Luckily, the hospital is maybe 4 minutes from his house. My vision went half way there, I suppose that's when I quit breathing. Saw bright white light that went to tunnel vision then sucked down to a pinhole, then just blackness. At that point I knew it was all over, thats it for me good bye. It was surreal, it was like, damn can't believe this is it. I had no senses, couldn't see or hear anything, no feeling, just a million thoughts racing thru my mind.
Then suddenly I heard voices, recognized Dads voice yelling at the nurses/doc's and could feel being drug outta the car, I think. That was a surprize, I had given myself up for dead. Whoa hold on here I ain't dead yet, someone save my ass pleeeease! Here I am, here I am, come and get me, make it quick, don't think I can hang on much longer.
Came to on a gurney in the ER after they hit me with defibulator, sucking so hard to get a breath it hurt like hell. Felt like a concrete truck was parked on my chest. All I wanted to know for some reason was if I was going to fricken die, Doc says no calm down, relax yeah right buddy I can't breathe, I'm tryin but theres no air commin in. Am I alive?
My poor Dad was a wreak. He said I watched you die there beside me in the car and all I could do is haul ass to the hospital. The Doc said only thing that saved me was the short tip to the ER and the fact that Pops knew what happened. If I hadn't jumped in the car and had collapsed in the house, I would have been dead before the ambulance got there.
It was just freak thing, the pinpoint precision of the bee. Right in the jugular and when I felt for the welt I must of squeezed the full load of venom in into to my blood stream. I got tested for every stingin insect under the sun and had no reaction.
It's good get lucky or unlucky I suppose depending on how you look at it. Knew a guy at the Vol. Fire Dept. He wasn't as lucky. Was riding his Harley got stung, died on the side of the road. An off duty Paramedic stopped to help him, but it was too late.
Then there's the time a bumble bee flew up my pant leg when I was a kid. I was out shootin rabbits with the 12 gauge wearing milking boots. Stepped on gopher hole and a bumble bee I swear the size of a ping pong ball went up my pant leg and hit me 6 times above and below the knee. I dropped the gun was trying to mash him thru my pants. Much to my relief he quit stingin'. There I was out it the field, yeah you got it, trying to get my pants off again
when the sucker fell down into my boot and started going to town on my ankle and foot another 7 times. So now I've got my pants down around my ass
and the bee in my boot. I look down, theres the shotgun. For a split second the thought flashed thru my mind. Pick it up and shoot the f'er. That's pain baby when you consider shootin your own foot off.
Finally killed it, pants down, boot off layin in a tall field of green grass, thankin God I just didn't blow my foot off.
That was a fun ride.
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