I was stung by 2 or 3 wasps today, while I was hammering a picture hook on the outside of the Magic Cottage, just before I noticed there were 50 or so agitiated pissed off wasps to the upper left of my head:
Then I tried persistently to drill a screw into a shaky Adirondack chair and when it wouldn't go in, I tried to pull the screw out and I white-hot burned my forefinger and thumb because the screw was hotter than anything else I've ever touched before:
And tonight at dinner I absentmindedly stuck the tip of my steak knife into my finger.
My right wrist and arm have been red and swollen and painfully stiff all day:
My burned skin is still white and blistering:
My finger bled for a short while and has a small puncture wound.
By the way, today was a really nice day. I puttered, hung, weeded, mulched, food shopped, stopped at the farm stand, write, made a few calls including a publishing prospect, AND hightailed it to pool for a late afternoon hour or more.
I only wish my arm had swelled up more--at least enough to equal the amount of discomfort I've had--so I could generate more sympathy as a dramatic and pathetic victim of violent crime.