I used to keep bees. Until I developed an allergy. First big allergy reaction was when I got stung through the beehat veil -- right in the middle of my upper lip. It swoll up to the point of my having trouble breathing. Goose egg size, or maybe even baseball (not softball, though, luckily). I looked like a cross between Daffy Duck and Mick Jagger. I thought it was to save me embarrassment that the ER staff let me right in with no wait, but there could also have been good medical reasons for that. They REALLY turned sympathetic when I filled out the patient card. It was my birthday. And I was alone -- DH in India, daughter in the mountains, in-laws possibly dropping in expecting cake.

Now I keep an adrenalin injection kit with me when biking. Thanks for reminding me why. Sorry for your pain, though!