Wait, here she comes. Whoa, she's walking pretty fast. And doesn't look happy.
"I just got stung by a bee. In the eye."
Oh no!! It's hardly noticeable, but she says it hurts like hell, as I imagine a bee sting to the eye would hurt. She tells me she's going back to the table, but asks me to get her a cup of ice when the place opens.
"I'm not allergic, though."
Well, that's a relief. She's got some pretty bad allergies when it comes to things like cats and other small, furry creatures, so you never know.
Oh, hey - here's Kristin! I hand her the ice, but she's pretty upset right now.
"I think I have to go to the emergency room."
Um, what?
I don't know if I mentioned it before, but I have referred to her in the recent past as the "girl who cried 'emergency room'", so this is nothing new to me. Of course, the kidney stone incident the prior Sunday changed the game a bit, so I need to be sensitive about it. Still, I ask if she's sure.
"Yes. I got stung in the eye by a bee, and I'm allergic to bees, and-"
WAIT. Didn't you just tell me you're NOT allergic? So which is it? Quick thinking is spawned in response to images in my head of her being airlifted out of Epcot for a bee sting that she may or may not be allergic to, and I suggest she try First Aid, you know, first.
My phone rings, and it's her. She asked somewhere in the UK pavilion where First Aid was, and as they briefly tended to her, they told her it was over near Test Track, by that walkway from Futureworld to World Showcase. Apparently, they offered to get a gurney for her to wheel her over there, but she refused
She also said the woman helping her asked if she had any "Wee ones", which we got a kick out of, for some reason. Kristin thanked them and said she would be able to get there herself, then came back to meet us.
Apparently, she's ok. They gave her some kind of liquid to put on the sting, which will hopefully keep it from getting too bad, but she also wants to see if she can get some Benadryl over at the First Aid station. Maybe I am as insensitive as she says, but I find it hard to really worry about her when I can't really gauge the level of distress from her.
At First Aid, she talks to the nurse, and Benadryl is given. The kids and I wait, sort of patiently:
Kristin gets the meds, and the nurse warns her that she may feel drowsy after taking it. Not to worry, Kristin says...given her allergy history, she's an old pro at functioning on Benadryl
With her back in bidness, it's time to head back to World Showcase. I tell her how well Dylan ate, but I think she's still a bit too traumatized by the whole bee thing to really think about much else. She will now, finally, let me get a pic of the injury:
It doesn't look THAT bad, fortunately. We're not done with this park just yet
Poor Kristin. I can't even imagine getting stung by a bee anywhere, let alone in the eye. I'm glad she was okay.
Alright, now it's time to get back into Epcot mode, and what better way than by watching "O, Canada!" The kids and I just watched "Clifford" with Martin Short a month or two ago (why do I feel like I already told you this? Did I already tell you this??), so they like Short. Funny movie, and apparently Sookie Stackhouse is from Canada, NOT Bon Temps, LA as she claims to be on TV. You just can't trust anyone anymore, can you?
Afterwards, it's into the shops for more hat pictures. This pavilion offers double the hat picture fun:
I love that movie with Martin Short. Great hat photos!
Look at that loving brother and sister picture.
Kristin, who hasn't eaten yet for some reason I can't remember...oh yeah, the bee - how could I forget? Anyway, she's hungry, so we go over to France and she gets herself a Ham and Cheese Croissant and a creme brulee from the bakery:
Food looks yummy.
Adorable!


Perhaps he should have worn that before meals and then he'd have a reason not to eat.
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Great updates, Jon (comments in red).