Yes, it's been a while since I last wrote. And yes, I say that every dratted time I write. Consider it a tradition. A hobby I engage in every once in a while, if you will (though I guess if I had cause to say it more often I'd be lying). Anyway, my husband tells me I'm an improbability wrapped in an unlikelihood served up on a weird sandwich. Translated to mean that if an oddball injury is going to happen to someone, it will happen to me. Because that's how I roll.
This time it was getting stung in the foot by a stingray while on vacation with my family. I've had a 33 1/2 hour birth (unmedicated for 28 hours), a five hour birth and shingles. In my eye. The stingray sting hurt more. It was excruciating.
But at least it was me and NOT one of the kids. Small favors and all. What's interesting about stingray lancings is that if you do them "right" and aren't left with a barb broken off in your foot, the pain may go away entirely after you've kept your foot in hot water for three hours. Of course, there's the possibility for infection and necrosis and all that jazz, which must be horrifically delightful.
Anyway, it's one week later and so far so good. Here's to a continuing trend. Of so far so good (no more stingray venom, please).
