So here' s the journaling!
So last Thursday an incident occurred that brought up some old memories. Liam and I were hanging out around the house when I noticed this guy flying in our hallway. I grabbed liam, the cell phone, and headed to the bathroom. We waited there until trey got home and killed the yellow jacket.
I am sure that many would think that this was an overreaction, but for me it’s just a defense mechanism against a vicious insect that has tried to take me out before. It all happened back in 2000. I was stationed in south korea we were out on a field exercise, and I had gone to someone else’s shelter to help set it up. I was pounding a ground rod (a six foot metal rod), when I hit a wasp nest with the sledge hammer. It was pure, utter hell. They attacked, as I stripped and ran to the hospital (about a mile away). When I got to the hospital, I was almost completely naked and had no idea where any of my army gear was. I had over twenty bites on my body and face. The worst bites were the ones on my face (two on my lips, two on my cheek). They watched me for an allergic reaction, and sent me home. To add insult to injury, the doctor handed me pain medication and told me to take it every four to eight hours for pain. I was so traumatized that I thought he said every forty-eight hours. So for two days, I was in miserable pain. Going into combat against wasps is something that I hope I never have to do again. I keep thinking that I’ll eventually get over my fear of stinging insects. Maybe, but maybe not!
