The Bee Sting

No, it wasn't the girls so don't worry. It was me! I hate bees and now I know why. Yes, this post is looking for sympathy. I was minding my own business, just standing there waiting in the bakery shop. The girls wanted ice cream and it is a hot day and they had been good girls trekking to the embassy. They already had their fruit for the day so I decided to reward them with ice cream. I decided on going to the bakery since the cones were a little smaller and I would save money. So, let's review, I'm a good mom and I am watching our budget and I'm waiting patiently for the counter lady to help me when out of nowhere a bee stung me on my lower back just between my shirt and my skirt. I was flailing about of course once I was stung trying to get the bee off me and the people thought i was crazy. I decided to just say in English that a bee stung me since I couldn't even think of the Czech word for bee at the time. Miraculously a customer in the store spoke English and she quickly spoke with the counter lady and they gave me a slice of lemon. I didn't care b/c it was cold and would do the trick but then she asked me if there was something I would put on it and I told her ice. She relayed the message and the counter lady brought me ice. I held the ice to my back and bought the kids ice cream and tried to make light of my sting since the girls were looking at me in bewilderment. Sofia proceeded to tell me that I should have just stayed still and the bee would have flown away. I tried to explain that I didn't know the bee was there but I think she still thinks she knows how to avoid a bee sting. I'm glad she doesn't seem afraid. Now we are home and I've applied benedryl and have taken advil but it still hurts quite a lot. Luckily the girls are content with drawing right now and don't need my attention.