On Friday Liam got his first bee sting. We knew it was coming, even as we have been trying, trying, trying to encourage him to not touch the bees. We have some lavender and marjoram plants by the front gate, and the vegetable garden right beyond. The area is always full of bees and Liam has lately made it his life's work to try to catch one. Well, he finally did and the joy he felt in that accomplishment was quickly evaporated by the shock and sadness that his beloved bees could betray him in such a way.
He cried and cried. I'm sure because it hurt but also, I'm sure, because he just couldn't understand why the bee would do that to him. He would cry and cry and then sob "beeeeeeeeee." This went on for 15 minutes or so until he calmed down. We put an ice cube on his finger and all seems to be fine. I guess that if an allergic reaction is going to show up it is not until the second or third sting. So, we'll have to watch even more carefully from now on.
In other news: Will has not been feeling well and today has chills and a fever. So, we'll have to see where that goes. It is worrisome, as always. I think he's more congested than usual. He says it's hard to tell and has not been interested in checking his lung functions with his home meter. Monday is CF/transplant clinic day. If this gets worse after Monday it likely will mean a trip to the ER. Or, maybe he holds out until his appointment which has been moved up to the 17th. We'll see. Experience tells me to agitate for an early assessment at the clinic and, if necessary treatment. But, it's not up to me.