Flying meanies
On Friday afternoon, I got stung by a wasp (at least I think so--I didn't have a stinger in my foot). I was in a store, a mile from home, with Peter tied to my torso. I'm awfully glad he wasn't stung, at least. The bus went by as I was figuring out what had happened and I really wanted to get to the bank, so I walked the 10 blocks home. The initial sting wasn't too bad, but the farther I walked, the more my foot swelled. When we got home, I convinced Peter it was naptime and laid down with ice on it.
It's four days later and my rotten foot is still purple, itchy, and swollen. I have to carry a 23 pounder everywhere I go and I'm getting tired of limping. Benadryl sort of helps and I can't remember whether it's safe to take ibuprofen while breastfeeding (Benadryl's on the iffy list). Apparently, it's normal for stings to cause a week of swelling.
Bleh.
It's four days later and my rotten foot is still purple, itchy, and swollen. I have to carry a 23 pounder everywhere I go and I'm getting tired of limping. Benadryl sort of helps and I can't remember whether it's safe to take ibuprofen while breastfeeding (Benadryl's on the iffy list). Apparently, it's normal for stings to cause a week of swelling.
Bleh.