The prelude
It all started about a month ago, on July 11, 2017. I took my dog for a daily walk and got stung by a bee between the toes of my right foot. This was not the first time I got stung, but it was the first time I had a really bad reaction to bee venom. But not straight away. Even though it hurt, I was able to walk back home and my feet looked normal.
But then a couple of hours later my phone rang. It was my father telling me that my aunt had died and that we were to have a funeral in two days. I didn’t take the news too well. I had hoped she would be able to overcome cancer, and the fact that she didn’t (in addition to other family issues her death brought to the forefront of my mind) was hard for me to deal with.
By the next morning, the size of my foot had doubled, and I wasn’t able to walk. I went to the ER and explained that I have to attend a funeral the next day. What should I do? They gave me antihistamines and painkillers. I was told I should rest and keep my foot lifted, but if I absolutely must go out, I should stuff myself with painkillers.
