So. I'm allergic to yellowjacket venom. Who knew?
(my mom, apparently, as she is, too).
And there seem to have been four stings in the one finger. Guess I really put my hand wrong...
The nice doctor has given me a shot, and a script for my old friend methylprednisolone and some Zyrtec, and promises I'll be back to writing-normal in a few days. Joy.
Meanwhile, the line edit sits and glares at me. But my To Be Answered e-mail pile has gone down considerably. No bad without some good, I suppose...
and new CSI tonight!
(did anyone else see the new CSI:NY? Is it just me or is a 'cuddle pile' kind of weird, but also kind of.. sane? Especially compared to some of the other things of real life reflected previously in the CSI lens?)