Dribble Joy
14-09-10, 13:45
So I'm cycling to work this morning to work, feeling vaguely good about getting up roughly when I wanted to, even managing to squeeze in a bit of time on my n00bish droner between cups of tea before leaving the house.
Alas about 5 mins into the journey, a wasp flies into my left hand, which is resting on the handle bar rather than wrapped around it. It gets stuck between my fingers and stings me.
At first it didn't hurt much (less than I thought it would), but soon the finger is throbbing, swollen, painful and full of pins and needles. The hand is also starting to ache and feel generally a bit weird.
I get to work and have a smoke and a cuppa before the shift starts and the hand is starting to tremble and I feel a little queezy.
I get to the line and I feel awful; I won't stop sweating, and in places I don't normally sweat after the morning ride (like my neck). Colleagues notice me looking off and after telling them what happened how I feel, they send me off to the walk-in centre in town, I'm still sweating by the time I get there, even though I was driven with the windows down.
Anyway, Nurses tell me I'm not allergic, though I do have a heightened response. They then give me some anti-histamines and then the ridiculous part - they put my arm in a sling to keep it elevated. A good idea medically, but a bit embarrassing when people ask what happened to me.
The pill is wearing off now and things feel worse, so time to go to town.
One also, in this little escapade, discovered that he isn't that bad at typing one handed.
Alas about 5 mins into the journey, a wasp flies into my left hand, which is resting on the handle bar rather than wrapped around it. It gets stuck between my fingers and stings me.
At first it didn't hurt much (less than I thought it would), but soon the finger is throbbing, swollen, painful and full of pins and needles. The hand is also starting to ache and feel generally a bit weird.
I get to work and have a smoke and a cuppa before the shift starts and the hand is starting to tremble and I feel a little queezy.
I get to the line and I feel awful; I won't stop sweating, and in places I don't normally sweat after the morning ride (like my neck). Colleagues notice me looking off and after telling them what happened how I feel, they send me off to the walk-in centre in town, I'm still sweating by the time I get there, even though I was driven with the windows down.
Anyway, Nurses tell me I'm not allergic, though I do have a heightened response. They then give me some anti-histamines and then the ridiculous part - they put my arm in a sling to keep it elevated. A good idea medically, but a bit embarrassing when people ask what happened to me.
The pill is wearing off now and things feel worse, so time to go to town.
One also, in this little escapade, discovered that he isn't that bad at typing one handed.