Anatomy Trains

It’s always something, isn’t it?  You have a hangnail, or an ingrown hair, or your ankle is wingeing each time you walk, or you have a pimple on your ass - there’s always something.

The other day I got stung by a hornet.  They flew into my B&B in Vancouver when I turned the light on to read in the pre-dawn darkness. (When I get stuck in a book - I was rereading on of Le Carré’s masterpieces - I am addicted.)  I got up to pee, and must laid down on the poor thing, and it stung me twice.  I had a few moments of intense pain, but the poor thing crawled off the bed onto the night table and died.

But now they itch - right where I can’t reach on my back.

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