and her shirt, pants, and other areas.
I got a phone call when John and Madison had gone to opening day of dove hunting. (I know, I know, I don't like it either) Madison was on the phone crying. My first thought was that John had done it. John had shot himself or someone else shot him in a hunting accident. But no, it turns out Madison had walked into a bee's nest.
They had been walking through fields when John and Madison stirred up some angry bees. Madison got the worst of it. We counted 15 bee stings. Most of them were on her back. After about 30 minutes she began to get sick. After throwing up several times and beginning to shake we decided to take her to Urgent Care. After not improving and throwing up more, it was decided to give her an IV with a steroid, Benadryl, and nausea medicine.
The poor girl was pretty miserable. 15 bee stings to a small frame of 60 pounds is definately not a good thing! As they were hooking her up to the IV she started to kind of cough and choke. That scared me! The Dr. began preparing a dose of Epinephrine. But before he could give it to her the coughing had stopped so he didn't feel the need to inject it.
So, today I am again grateful for modern medicine. There was a time I watched medicine fail. So, when I see it succeed I feel,.....relief.