Last Thursday night I went walking with a friend in my ward. As we were walking along, minding our own business, the worst burning pain started on the inside of my right ankle. I felt like I was being pinched by a hot pair of tweezers. I, of course, started screaming and kicking my leg around. As I looked down there was a bee, or wasp, or something with its rear end stuck in my skin! It finally flew away and I continued on my walk attempting to be tough and trying not to think about the burning pain.
That's not the end of it though. The next day after I went walking with my friend at work during lunch I looked down and my ankle was the size of a softball! It was burning more and more and itched like CRAZY! I was so nervous it was an allergic reaction to the sting. So I went to the nurses’ station to find out what I could do for my ankle. She just gave me topical ointment and an ice pack to help with the swelling. So there I sat. At my desk with an ice pack strapped to my leg with an ace bandage. It actually helped relieve the burning. I went home and wondered when this would go away. All that night and the next day I was continuing to deal with my kankel! If you don’t know what that is, it is where your calf and your ankle seem to blend in together because they are so FAT! Ha ha. I like to spell it with Ks because it seems more natural.
Anyway, Saturday night I was so fed up with my kankel that I was whining to Rick and he sat down with a pin and tweezers and dug in there to make sure the stinger was out! Stinger? I never saw a stinger in the first place! It was just a little red dot after the initial sting. But sure enough, he pulled out pieces of a stinger. What a saint! He saved my life!
I woke up the next morning to bruising on my ankle from all the drama but alas, no more swelling! Yeah! Glad that is over! Thanks to everyone who were very supportive through this trial of mine. I would like to thank Amanda, SueAnn, Deborah, Mitzi, and most of all…. My husband; without whom I would still have a kankel!