A few days' ago, with Winter beckoning, I visited the nurse at the Miramar Medical Centre. Time for my flu jab.
Poof, flu jab? A flu jab is nothing compared to the dentist. I can take a flu jab, easy-peasy.
And I did, with no probs.
I went to Hataitai Beach 2 hours later. There was a little ache in my left arm, but nothing to worry me.
... until I got stung by a bee on the same arm!
"Yoww!!!" I'm so ashamed to admit I hollered. I leapt up from where I'd been sitting on the deck, swept the bee off my arm, and commenced to dance around yelling about a wasp.
My swimming friend, J, peered at the body. "It's a bee," she proclaimed.
I wanted sympathy, not an insect biology lesson.
I pulled the bee's stinger from my arm and yelled, "Vinegar, quick!"
J was beside me in a trice, a vinegar phial in hand.
Yes, we're prepared. For stingray and jellyfish attacks. Did vinegar work, too, for bee stings? Who cared, we were doing .... something!
I rang the Medical Centre nurse, just in case a flu jab didn't exactly mesh with a bee sting, but everything seems to be okay.
I have the utmost faith in vinegar. Someone in the medical profession would no doubt say (smugly?), "Well, as long as you think it's doing good ...".
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