The feel of an acid-filled bee sting

I was going to post about my whole Labor Day weekend, but instead I decided to just post about this one event because I think it is more interesting.

It begins on a dark night, where a dark man waits... (ok, not really. But can you name that movie???) So a couple years ago I had a wart on my foot from the Jackson Rec Center (don't go swimming there). After 9 months of trying to kill it, I finally went to the doctor and he gave me this medicine that was supposed to make me allergic to the wart virus so that if I ever got one again, my immune system would attack it before it could really do anything. Well now a couple years later, that has proven to be false.

I got a wart on my finger, I think from work. But because I wasn't "supposed" to get warts anymore I just thought it was a really obnoxious sore/scab that just wouldn't go away. It wasn't until about a week ago that the idea of a wart entered my head. So while I was at my sister's house this weekend, my mom went and got a wart remover and decided that we were going to freeze it off (despite my request for the gel wart remover.)

There we were sitting around Bethany's kitchen with Mom trying to freeze my wart, me fighting it, and everyone else enjoying the show. I felt like a 6 year-old getting my teeth pulled out all over again. Every time that my mom went for it, I'd jerk away. After a few minutes of this, Bethany offered these kind words of comfort, "Don't worry Kelsey. It will just feel like a bee sting filled with fluid acid." Thank you for that. That makes me feel a lot better about it. When I still struggled to hold still, Bethany came over, wrapped her arms around me to keep me from moving, and hollered at my mom to hurry and do it.

She let me go, and I was able to hold still on my own. We froze it off. But I wasn't too happy with Cortney standing next to me counting to 20 while I yelled in pain.

I'm pretty sure this is about what I looked like.

The next day we decided to freeze off what I thought was the start of another wart. But because that one had a little crack in the skin, it hurt like none other. My brother-in-law was giving a tour of the house to his brother/brother's fiance while we froze that one off. I'm sure they thought we were absolutely crazy because I was screaming bloody murder. The expression that kept coming to mind was "Oh! For the Love! It burns!" That second wart turned out not to be a wart, but rather just turned into a massive blister.

Moral of the story: Don't get warts...or a bee sting filled with acidic fluid.