Trevor and I needed a break from studying and school, so we headed to the pond. One of our church members has a pond with a wonderful deck and also a German Shepherd named Katie. Trevor, Katie and I played for a good long while, but then I sat down to visit with Katie's owner. While we were sitting there talking, I felt something on my pinkie finger. I squeezed my hand and before I knew it--I'd been stung.
I haven't been stung in so long I can't remember. It hurts something awful though! The fiery pain radiated through my whole finger. In only about 15 minutes, my little finger was swollen up and looked like a little sausage. Praise God I'm not allergic! I don't know what stung me; I didn't get a good look at it. I think it was probably a yellow jacket though.
I'm fine now, no more swelling.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
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