Records of bee stinging eyes

From indifference to self-comfort, to real discomfort, I try to relax and experience and feel one by one.

Even in the Lantern Festival, my bubble eyes did not have stage fright, firmly occupied my left eye and successfully teased my face.

To say how this bubble eye came about, it has to be traced back to February 6, 2020 16 or so.

At that time, I was next to the newly built steps, sorting out the landslides next to me. It is more attractive and practical to use the time at home to treat the landslide into several small clods similar to terraces and plant some flowers or vegetables than a small landslide full of weeds.

Just above and below the landslide I sorted out, there were about four boxes containing a large number of bees, which is still the case.

On that day, maybe the weather was good! Or maybe you're watching me do something lively! Bees are buzzing around me, and I'm glad to be immersed in them. While listening to this book, I was busy doing my work.

I never thought of a bee, although it is strong, it is 45 years old? The horn swooped down from the right front and went straight to my left forehead. I don't know if this little bee was shocked by the huge impact at the moment of pause, or if it was ready to sting me.

At that moment, there was only one thought left in my mind. Get rid of it! It must be driven away!

Passing 18-wheeler, my right hand has arrived at the crime scene, bowing to the bees left and right, and acting rashly without waiting for me to call.

The bee may have been knocked unconscious, or it may have just tried to bite, but it was beaten around. My behavior made the little bee completely angry.

The bee's small body, running from side to side, is extremely agile, and it has launched an unfair life-and-death struggle with my right hand.

And this unequal struggle, with a needle-like pain in the upper left eyelid, finally ended.

What followed was a more intense stabbing pain, as if the needle had penetrated into the fingertips.

Shit! Really stung by a bee! And eyelids! Don't mention how sour this mood is.

In particular, I was stuck in a blind spot where my eyes were very sensitive. At that time, I was only with my son. My son was in his early 4 years old. I could only grope with my right hand desperately, looking forward to pulling out the needle as soon as possible, urging my son like a straw, "Eggs, come and help my mother pull it out. My mother was stung by a bee. It hurts! "

The son on the steps heard this and ran over. Unfortunately, my son hurried past me and ran into the room, shouting "Grandpa, mom was stung by a bee", and his voice was a little anxious.

I was so amused by his behavior that I almost laughed and cried. How can I pin my hopes on such a small child? Even if he really cares, it is impossible to accurately pull out the stinger of bees in a short time! I am really dizzy.

I want to go back, my right hand is still looking for hope. Finally, many things have happened, and my right hand finally pulled out the bee sting. Without a steady supply of toxins, the pain has been relieved a lot, and the stone in my heart has fallen to the ground.

It took only seven or eight seconds from being stung by a bee to pulling out the needle, but it seemed like a long time.

I lost my scruples when the needle was pulled out. I also rushed into the room like a gust of wind, went up to the second floor, rummaged through the honey pot on the tea cabinet, dipped my finger in some honey and couldn't wait to apply it to the bite.

This is a complete relaxation, what will happen, I can only wait quietly and bear silently.

Maybe I haven't been stung by a bee for a long time. I typically forget the pain after the scar, thinking that it will be fine the next day. No big deal. You have to do what you want, and you can't relax any more.

With the passage of time, it does swell up slowly, and it is not particularly exaggerated. Just double eyelids, very obvious, full, completely single eyelids.

Left single eyelid, right double eyelid. I couldn't help looking in the mirror, and I was horrified to find that my eyes had become much smaller and had a single eyelid!

Sure enough, my eyelids look good!

Needless to say, I am more satisfied with my big eyes and pure natural double eyelids. Thanks to this idea, being stung by a bee seems to be a meaningful thing.

The afternoon passed quickly. At dinner that night, my family mentioned the history of being stung by bees, and we spat at each other.

After everyone vomited, they began to return to the topic of my eyelids being stung. As a result, everyone was happy and agreed.

I am a person with a particularly good attitude in this world, and I don't take this matter seriously at all. I'm smiling, too. I think it's just a swollen eyelid. Who can chase a novel without brushing the drama, crying in a daze and swollen eyes? Big deal, worse than crying swollen eyes.

However, the fact is ...

On February 7, the left single eyelid became more and more obvious, and the left eye became smaller and smaller.

Near noon, the gap between the eyes slowly disappeared, and the whole eyelid was thick and red, but it was only swollen and itchy. I feel relaxed and vaguely excited at the thought of living on my right eye in the afternoon, just to experience the feeling of a one-eyed chivalrous woman.

In the afternoon, I did take a walk in front of the house with a child with one eye, and cook in the evening, with a large portion of celery and shredded pork and a large portion of sweet and sour cabbage. That night, everyone ate it, and there was nothing left.

Unfortunately, near the evening, he started to step on heights with only his right eye, so the child's washing was handed over to his father that night. Therefore, my father, who should have been guarding the library at work, also asked for leave, saying, "My wife was stung by a bee, so I have to go home and take care of my wife and baby." After I came back, I was really diligent and worthy of praise, although it was slightly untrue.

On February 7, when I was sleeping, the redness and swelling became more obvious. To be honest, I really didn't sleep well that night. I've been feeling uncomfortable with my eyes, and I don't know where I scratched them.

Half asleep and half awake, it lasted until about 5 am on the 8 th, and suddenly woke up and couldn't sleep. Touch your hand. Oh, my god, the upper eyelid of your left eye has covered the lower eyelid, causing the eyelashes of the upper and lower eyelids to seem to be stuck in each other's thick skin, which obviously hurts each other. And there seems to be chewing gum, but it's hard to clean. In a word, it is particularly uncomfortable.

Yes, you heard me right. It turned out that the upper eyelid was swollen. After fermentation the next night, the upper and lower eyelids were swollen.

Reluctantly left the warm bed, cleaned up, cleaned up, cleaned up the nap, so I sat on the bed, enjoying the sleep of my husband and son, silently coding. When my husband woke up, I turned my head to him and let him see if it was much worse. As a result, he burst into laughter. "Don't look at me like that, you can't help laughing. Calm down, it will get better tomorrow. " All right, let's laugh together. He packed his things and went to work.

On February 8, my left eye was swollen and fit, and I was in a good mood. I divided some flowers, leeks and green onions on the other side of the yard, and planted them on the steps according to my own plan, expecting to see a small sea of flowers this year.

After lunch, I can't stand the toss. Except for the redness and itching of the upper and lower eyelids, the skin of the whole eye is stretched tightly in all directions, just like the belly that is about to give birth in October. At that moment, I thought, will there be stretch marks after the swelling is reduced?

But now it's swollen badly, and I won't think about it until it's gone down. The afternoon is really unbearable and I can't afford it. I just slept with Niu Niu for a long time. When I woke up, I was still not getting better. See the news from the child's father and ask about the situation. Press around with your finger, and there is obviously a big lump around your left eye. I've never been so fat, so easy to cut? Well, when I was free, I took an expression pack and sent it over. Oh, Mecca! If this continues, it will really kill me and my dad.

Alas, my face is deformed, and my left and right faces don't look like the same person at all. I don't know what these ghosts and gods look like. I didn't hang out much in the afternoon, so I just sat at home eating and drinking.

Holding a red, swollen and itchy left face, waiting for her husband to come home. Unfortunately, after eating and washing, I went to the unit to keep the warehouse. Only my balls and I were left in the big bed. My eyes were uncomfortable and my husband was away. I fell asleep in the middle of the night. Maybe the uncomfortable feeling has been adapted for a day. After that, I slept well. When I woke up, it was already dawn.

On the morning of February 9, the sun was shining, and I still felt uncomfortable when I opened my eyes, but there was obviously a gap in my left eye. Grab a big bag of melon seeds, take the children, push the children's skateboard, come to the open space in front of the hospital, lean on it as a chair, and listen to the children basking in the sun while listening to the book. Even if the eyes are uncomfortable, the quiet atmosphere in recent years is a rare enjoyment.

Eyelids are getting more and more swollen, and it really follows the law that the place that is swollen first is swollen first. In the afternoon, the left eye just turned into a single eyelid, but the left cheek was still tense and slightly uncomfortable.

At noon, I cooked noodles, mixed cabbage, put some onion, ginger and garlic, and added some vinegar noodles and fresh pepper oil. It's delicious and the whole family likes it. It's a pity that the little guy eats a little spicy, but he still enjoys it after washing it several times. The rest of the small bowl, grandma said, put away. As a result, when I was eating, my father saw it, and his eyes were greedy, so he had to eat it while it was hot. However, after a whole afternoon, it was too spicy, and he still ate hard. After eating, he said that his stomach was uncomfortable and he wanted water to drink, which made the whole family laugh and cry.

On this day, the swelling slowly began to subside, but I ushered in my period. My face is pitted, sallow and uneven, and now I'm really 20 years older. Well, it's good to be at home.

10 February, that is, today, I woke up early in the morning and found that my left eye changed back to double eyelids, and my cheeks were not swollen or red. Everything seems to be back to normal and I feel very comfortable. But the left eye has been blinking, and there is an uncomfortable feeling, just like the feeling that the eyes that have just cried are swollen.

I felt strange in my heart and touched it with my hand. Oh, my God, this feels so rough! I touched my right lower eyelid with the same finger. It went well.

My heart has started the cooling mode. Did the previous prediction come true? Do my eyes really have stretch marks? This is really a proper sequela! Until this moment, in the afternoon, it still exists well, and no one knows when it will leave and when it can return my smooth eyelids.

As I said before, the experience of being bitten by a bee is quite worthwhile, and I don't regret it. However, now, I have some regrets, which made me uncomfortable for 80 hours. Even after 96 hours, the stretch marks on my eyelids still make me uncomfortable.

The original plan was to take good care of my small flower stand and the small vegetable garden that the children wanted these days, but all this was postponed because of being stung.

But without this experience, I may not have such an understanding, I will not feel that people's left and right faces reflect symmetrical beauty, I will not feel the magic of double eyelids and big eyes, and I will not hear the interaction between family and children.

Besides, as I said before, I will overcome the scar and forget the pain. Any painful thing that I have experienced will become my story. Pain is not worth remembering in a big way, but it is easy to feel the beauty it brings.

In short, the experience of being stung by a bee is recorded here, and I still don't regret it, but I hope this is the only experience of being stung by my eyes in my life ~