And I didn't even get any Spidey Powers!

I was at Peter's last baseball game for the season last night, and was amusing myself before the game (the boys need to be there 15-30 minutes before game time) talking to David on my cell phone.

When I talk on the phone, I pace. Not sure why, but I do; always have, and probably always will.

Luckily, at a baseball game, there's plenty of room to pace.

Unluckily, there were yellow jackets (or wasps, or some ungodly stinging insect) buzzing around the clover I was walking through.

One of them got caught between my toe and my sandal, so when I stepped down, I squooshed him. He didn't like being squooshed, so he stung me.

O M G.

I've not been stung much since I was a little kid -- one horsefly bite a few years ago, and a run-in with some fire ants when G was a baby. So, maybe it's just because I've forgotten what it feels like.

But OMG, that hurt SO BLANKETY-BLANKING BAD!!!!!

The last 15 seconds of my conversation with David went something like this:

"Ow! *&#@%!!! ow-ow-ow-ow (*&^ ^%&^%$ (*&)*&^&^% !!!! Ow-^%@#*^$!!!! I-just-got-stung-I-gotta-go OWWWW $%&^#&^%#&^#!!!!!"

I hobbled back to the bleachers, breathed deeply, avoided cursing in front of the kids, and pulled the stinger out. That helped some -- there was no longer the feeling of red-hot needles being driven into my toe with a barbed iron poker, just an excrutiating, throbbing, pain. I got some ice from a cooler, and put that on the sting, which also helped.

But it hurt. And throbbed. And by bedtime was red and swollen, so I took benedryl and ibuprofen. Still red and swollen, so I'm on benedryl and ibuprofen some more today (which is making me sleepy for some reason, which is unusual).

The redness goes down with benedryl, and it's not so bad that I can't walk. But DANG, that hurt! It really hurt! Very much!

And I didn't even get any super-powers out of it...