Lunch at a nice little Mexican place in Tombstone proved a bit traumatic when a wasp, attracted to my margarita, stung my right arm, the one with lymphedema! Quick action with ice and Benedril stopped it from swelling and does not seem to have affected the lymphedema, which is aggravated by the heat and humidity down south. At least I didn't merit a place in Tombstone graveyard!
(Headstone left: Here lies George Johnson. Hanged by mistake 1882. He was right. We was wrong. But we strung him up. And now he's gone.)
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