More than you wanted or cared to know...

I realize this is insignificant to everyone,
EXCEPT for me. but, since I am prone to
whining and have no pain tolerance I
have the need to document what I call
the "dress incident". . .

I bought this dress several months
before our scheduled trip. I wanted to
wear something "hawaiian-y" to the
Luau, so when I saw this low cut,
flowered dress it was
instant love. . .

Fast-forward to the Luau.
We had no sooner arrived at the
Luau when the pre-Luau program
began. Canoes full of dancing Hula
woman began to shake & gyrate
to their native drums. It was beautiful!
I climbed up on a ledge so I could see
a bit better.
Then it happened - PAIN!!

Ouch!
Ouch!
Ouch!. again.

Owwwwww!

I began to shake & gyrate like
the Hula girls, while shoving
my right hand into the front of my
dress to get at the PAIN!!

Finally I pulled a HUGE, HAWAIIAN,
KILLER, STING-Y CREATURE
from my bossom, but not before
it had stung me three times!
Once mid-chest (photo),
once on the side of said boobie,
and then under my arm!

I was wounded.
"911"
I needed young, handsome paramedics
to tend to me, to dress my wounds.
I needed to be examined and observed.

The moral of this story:
Medical care is hard to find
when there are young,
buxom, bootie shaking Hula girls around.

*Don't say I didn't warn you!*