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Conflicted Stars
Since 6.6.03 I have been in a medical prison. One nightmare after another.
Saturday, August 16th, while out in my garden getting ready to trim back some unruly lilac shrubs, I bent over with my head perpendicular to the ground. Womp! A bee jammed himself into my ear like a tight-fitting wine cork. Instead of falling out or backing out, the bee went deeper in. The cork was gone. I shook my head trying to release him and he began stinging me. One fire-needle stab, two fire-needle stabs. Then the pain stopped.
I ran to the house screaming. He stung again and again and again. I screamed, pleaded, begged for help. Hysteria!
My nephew, who had been in the garden with me, was now in the house. He was screaming too. "AUNTIE!" "LET ME LOOK!" "I'M CALLING 911"
The EMT's had problems finding my house so when I saw them parked at my neighbors I ran out. The stings had stopped. They looked in my ear and found nothing, just redness. Three people were peppering me at once. It was too much. "WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?" Blah Blah Blah Then one of the men found a Japanese beetle in my hair and said that must have been it. It looked too big to fit into my ear to me. By the time I reached the hospital I was clamed but shaken. Scared to death actually.
The doctor, Braun, was right out of a soap opera. Actually I didn't notice this at first, my nephew did. The doc said I had cuts on my era drum and some blood in my ear. I told him I had been stung at least 15 times. He didn't think it was a bee because there was no swelling. Maybe the wings of the beetle were cutting into my eardrum. He gave me antibiotic eardrops called Cipro.
It is Monday. I am still a little shaky. I am going away to our family cabin in the U.P. Michigan for two weeks. I need to relax and be very quiet. I will take my mink and velvet earmuffs.
