Beach Trip!

One of my dearest friends, HB, who you have seen in a previous post, and I went on our first 'road trip' to the beach to visit my grandparents and see the sights. :) We had a grand time visiting my sweet grandparents, touring the town (HB  had never been there), drinking coffee, eating food, buying stuff, and having a picnic on the beach. :) 

We only had one truly traumatizing experience. Well, I had a traumatizing experience...As a younger child, I would swell up from mosquito bites (a lot), but for the most part grew out of it by age 10 or so, with a few 'swell ups' here and there. It just so happened, that HB and I had slept on my porch the night before our road trip and some mosquitoes enjoyed sucking HB's and my blood. By mid-afternoon the next day (the day we left for our trip), my right hand was swelling quite a bit, although the bite on my left hand was still normal...We arrived at my grandparents' house. My right hand was becoming alarmingly large, and my left hand was beginning to puff...Things were looking grim, but I was still optimistic; at least it was the weekend! Around 9:30pm, I went to wash my hands before getting a snack and glanced in the mirror. To my utter horror, there, on my nose, was a bright red mosquito bite. 

With dragging steps and a face full of horrified shock, I entered the guest-room, where HB was checking her phone. When I shared my news (or, rather, she saw my nose), she started roaring with laughter ("'A good friend will help you up when you fall. A best friend will laugh and try to trip you again."), although she was sympathetic.

Forgive the gruesomness, but here's what my hand looked like:

You can't really tell, but it was so huge I couldn't make a fist...

Now imagine that on my nose. Not. Good. 

Dear Grandmother felt my horror and dug through her cupboard, found some sort of topical medicine, and glopped it on the bite.  HB then stuck a band-aid on the medicated bite. I was still in horrified shock. Then we trudged  to bed. 

I was finally succumbing to the idea and was comforted with the fact that God had a reason for allowing all of this, and so fell into a restless sleep, imaging the looks on the faces of my fellow employees when I walked into work Tuesday. 

Thankfully, God graciously kept the swelling on my poor nose down, and HB and I spent the day sight-seeing, picnicking, and visiting (two massively swollen hands couldn't keep us from having fun.).

 

Grandparents fed us tons of delicious food.

We were a bit overwhelmed, having just went out for coffee and doughnuts.

And so, with full stomachs and happy hearts, we gave our hugs, bid our adieus, and drove home. :)