The Sting
When was the last time you ever got stung by a bee?
I know it happened when I was a child (the predictableconsequence of trying to flick one with a length of plastic meccano) but I don’t remember ever being stung as an adult. Up until yesterday, that is. I’m pretty certain I got stung on the neck as I was riding home.
My fucking god it was painful!
The other type of stings I used to get as a child were nettle stings and they seemed to hurt far more when I was younger than they do now. These days, I hardly notice nettle stings although that could be because I only get them when I’m running so endorphins and adrenaline may mask them. I did wonder whether it was just relative perception between being a child and an adult. I also wondered whether the same could be said for bee stings.
I think the answer is no.
I noticed the sting immediately. At first I thought it was just an insect which had hit my neck but the pain was immediately excruciating. I stopped in a layby a couple of minutes later and took my helmet off and when I felt where the pain was I dislodged something which, presumably, would have been the bee’s stinger. It felt like an injection but, you know, one where the needle was was actually a builders nail and it’s stabbed in your neck. By the builder.
Did I mention that it fucking hurt?
Now generally I’ve got quite a high pain tolerance. Sure I’m never going to experience childbirth and no I don’t think I could cope - I was in the same room once and that was harrowing enough - but hey, I used to play rugby and we all remember (gruesome image link - you have been warned) this right? I’m not into pain but, you know, a little every now and then just makes you feel alive.
Not so this sting. It was entirely unnecessary and very painful pain.
I was even more convinced that it was, in fact, a bee sting when I got home and realised that when I turned my head, I could feel a dull ache up the side of my face. There was no mark or swelling to speak of though (and I have zero allergies so no problems there) but it’s still there this morning although it just aches like a bastard. A quick bit of google-fu does show that the itching and aching can last for up to a week so it all ties in. Colour me impressed - those little black and yellow, honey producing fuckers really do have it in them.
So, anyone else been stung in recent memory?

I’ve not been stung recently, but I’d been photographing flowers and there was a sizable family of bees flying around me. I’m still amazed they didn’t zero in, but then I assume I wasn’t a tasty enough morsel for them.
When I was a child and (often) stung by bees, my parents would put mud(!) on the sting. These days, WebMD recommends:
* An antihistamine taken by mouth, such as Benadryl or Chlor-Trimeton, may help relieve itching, redness, and swelling.
* A spray of local anesthetic containing benzocaine, such as Solarcaine, may help relieve pain. If your skin reacts to the spray, stop using it.
* Hydrocortisone cream or calamine lotion applied to the skin may help relieve itching and redness.
Comment by Cindy — September 18, 2007 @ 10:49 am
Never. I’ve never been stung or bitten by anything more painful than a mosquito.
I have, however, been kicked in the nuts, so I do know what pain is.
Comment by Matt — September 18, 2007 @ 11:21 am
Thanks for those Cindy. I don’t think it’s bothersome enough to really worry about now but useful to know.
Matt - you need to get out more.
Comment by Dragon — September 18, 2007 @ 11:32 am
Dragon- get some WitchDoctor (I think it’s called) - basically a gel with an extract of Witch Hazel, which does wonders on calming bites, inflammation etc.
Oh and no, never been stung by wasp/bee/whatever. I introduce wasps to literature, and let bees get out of the house as soon as poss.
Comment by Lyle — September 20, 2007 @ 8:40 am
I remember a bee slowly crawling up my leg and into my knickers as a small girl and screaming my head off, frozen like a statue, until my mum ran out into the garden and flicked it off of me.
Later that day the little girl from next door said to me, “I heard you screaming earlier. Your mum said there was a bee crawling into your knickers.”
“No I wasn’t,” I said, looking her straight in the eye. “My mum is a liar.”
Comment by Annie Rhiannon — September 23, 2007 @ 8:24 pm