I always get nervous when everything seems to be going to good because inevitably something will go wrong. It did, night before last. My brother hired his son to come out and build some shelves in the shed so that we could get all of the stuff in there organized. There is lots of stuff in there too, believe me. So I’ve been working diligently to get everything cleaned up out there. One of the last things I did the other night before I came in was brought a piece of plywood in out of the yard and then closed everything up and came in the house. For the next hour or so I noticed I had this feeling that you get when you feel allergic to something. It was slight, but I gradually started kind of itching and getting the chills and I thought man, what is going on.
I went in the bathroom and ripped my shirt off and to my horror, found my entire torso covered in big whelps. I started freaking out trying to figure out what in the world happened. It looked like something had crawled all over me and bitten me but I never had felt a bite or felt anything crawl on me. I got in the shower and cooled my skin down, took a Benadryl and then got the flashlight and went back outside looking. I knew the only thing that I did odd was to bring the piece of plywood in. It had only been out there a day or so, but when I went to look at the spot where it had been laying, there was little tiny ants all around. I had apparently gotten a few of them on my clothes when I picked up the piece of wood and they had been able to crawl all over and bite me without me even knowing it.
I have lived around these ants all of my life. They are tiny tiny things that I just never would have dreamed have enough poison in them to do what they did, but I’m telling you, they put the hurt on me. My skin whelped up so bad that the whelps would run into each other and turn into fist size places. And I could literally feel the poison running through me. It was bad enough I had to go to the doctor on the second day because it wasn’t going away and I was getting worried it was something else. A steroid shot and another Benadryl seemed to do the trick though, thank goodness! So I had to miss work for two days and waste the day laying around groggy because of the Benadryl. This morning it is over and I am so grateful.
This is a picture of the side of my leg I took yesterday at the doctors office. My entire torso was broke out like this and I was miserable! Hooray for medicine! I’m so glad it’s over today.