Bee Sting

When I was just a little girl I was at the park because my mother coached cheerleading for my sister’s team. I went to the playground with a babysitter while my mom was coaching the girls. I was having a good old time swinging on the swings and going down the slide. The one time I went down the slide I felt a sting right above my eye around my eyebrow. I my eyes automatically filled up with tears and I started to scream because it hurt real badly. My babysitter picked me up and ran me to the pavilion where my mom was and told her what had happened. My mother than took me to the AJF shed to get some Benadryl. After that she took me to the pavilion and I was sitting on the picnic table with everyone crowded around me. I began to itch my leg and a started to swell up. My mother immediately freaked out and decided that we needed to go to the doctors. Mrs. Wimmer told my mom that she would drive my mother and I to the doctors. When we got to the doctors he said “She is definitely allergic and you better get to the hospital quick.” My mother was frantic she couldn’t believe he wouldn’t call an ambulance for me. Mrs. Wimmer then drove us back to my house real quick and my mom called my dad telling him that he must call an ambulance immediately. When we arrived at my house an ambulance arrived in a matter of seconds. At this point my face was so blown up that I couldn’t even see out of my eyes because they were swollen shut and my throat was beginning to close up. They started working on me right in my front lawn. Hooking me up to oxygen, putting in IVs and gave me an epi-pen to stop the allergic reaction. My mother rode with me in the ambulance and I couldn’t crying because I was so scared because I didn’t know what was going on because I still couldn’t see. When we arrived to the hospital the swelling went down and they started to do tests on me. I was waiting for everything to be done with my parents and grandparents. When I was sitting on the hospital bed I began to itch my leg again. My mom recognized the fact that, that is what I did right before I swelled up last time and told my grandmother. Within seconds after telling my grandmother I started to blow up again and the nurses came rushing In. They then gave me more medicine to stop it. After everything was set I was prescribed an epi-pen which I have to carry with me at all times just in case I get stung. Later my mom explained the story to be of how when she looked at me all she seen was three little wholes which were my nostrils and my mouth. She also tells me how I was so close to not making it and that it is a miracle that I am still here today. I hate it when she talks about it and tells me the story because It scares me. I never want that to happen to me again.