Stung... ouch

I can remember a time as a young girl that I was stung by a big, yellow bee. I was wearing bright yellow knee high socks and that bee stung me right in the leg through those bright socks. Ouch...

I remember it hurting. I remember using ice. I remember my mom telling me that they are attached to yellow colors. I bet I didn't wear yellow again for months!!

Well today, after an eventful morning at church with rally Sunday and games and breakfast I came home ready and rearing up to get things done around here. Sweet Sunday afternoon. Jordan would be watching the game, Logan would be napping and I would be getting the house cleaned from top to bottom, the laundry washed, folded and put away for the week, presents wrapped for upcoming events and all my lesson plans done for the week at school. (Ambitious.. maybe-- I like to think determined! :)) Well... as I was working on sweeping the front porch I was stung. I don't know what stung me, I assume a bee, maybe a wasp? Boom... I went down (not really down, but down and out if you know what I mean). I may be a little dramatic when I say that this was my worst injury yet to date. But, man on man, it HURT. I didn't even see it coming. I never saw anything that would sting me, never felt it around me, just felt the STING.

Well, since my sting (approximately two hours ago), I've iced my neck multiple times, changed into sweat pants, and laid on the couch.

Point being? I guess I won't be crossing much of my list today. I'd rather do nothing and baby my wound than any of my to-do list items. I know I'll regret this later. But for now, rest is necessary.

P.S. I know this is a ridiculous post. That is how much this sting hurts... that I've trying to make myself feel better by writing about it.

1 Corinthians 15:55-- "Oh death, where is your victory, where is your sting?"