A waspy kind of labor day

It is Tuesday...

I was well on my way to making the list below obsolete when a nasty bunch of wasps decided to built a nest on the bottom of one of my hanging plants. So then, when I reached in there to grab the bottom of the pot - whammo... Several of them started an attack.
Wasps are not like honey bees... they are not cute and they are not useful.
Also, they can sting over and over. And finally, it hurts a whole lot worse!!!
Honestly, the initial pain was enough to make me scream out loud. It nearly knocked me on my ass. And it was a bit mind-blowing.
Having lost all ability to meter my response, I grabbed at the can of wasp spray and unloaded the whole thing onto the nest. "Kills on Contact" became my saving grace. I was irrationally gleeful as they died.

The problem is with that much poison in my blood, things were definitely not normal for the rest of the day. I took Benedryl to stave off the worst of the effects. But the side effects of Benedryl are that near-comatose state that even crime dramas can't penetrate.

By the way, I was out for the night by 8 p.m.

Today, my hand is even more swollen, and it's hot. And it is very tight when I attempt to bend the fingers or the wrist.

And it keeps occurring to me that I can't get angry at this circumstance, nor really feel like it ruined anything... certainly they were self-imposed goals, with timelines that can be fluid. But I dealt with what was served me... and maybe even almost gracefully. And that can take the place of crossing everything off the list.