So I assume you are all surprised that I am once again talking about my bee sting. I mean, I posted about that a week ago. A WEEK AGO. Could I really have more to say?
So over the last week I have slowly realized that my foot is really NOT okay post sting. You can't really tell in the picture, but it was swollen as hell. Plus it hurts, it itches like there was no tomorrow, and it burns/tingles/feels sorta numb. It's been fun.
In typical me fashion I put off doing anything about it until Sunday because I was too embarrassed to go to the doctor about a bee sting. I mean, bees happen, I don't need to be a baby about it or anything. I think on maybe Friday I googled it because, you know... my foot looked freakish, and it say a mild reaction can last up to ten days, so I figured that's what I had. But by Sunday it was definitely getting worse and not better and it had me up several times in the night because of the ITCHING so I broke down and went to the weekend clinic. The nurse practitioner took one look at it and was like "Yeah.... that should NOT look that way at day eight."
Turns out I am having an intense localized reaction with a secondary infection. She took measurements and told me to pay close attention to if it changes. She said it it gets any bigger to go back to the doc right away and if it starts streaking go straight to the ER. AWESOME!
Twenty four hours later, with two antibiotics and a steroid pack, it's looking significantly better. The redness looks brighter but the swelling is WAY down and it no longer feels like a huge knot under my skin. It still itches like hell, but I am hoping that's the next thing to get better.
So... in sum, I hate bees. And apparently they hate me.