You Won’t Bee-lieve This

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What started as a regular training ride would later take a turn for the worse.

We headed out on a normal Saturday road ride at 7:00 in the morning (way earlier than I like to ride but some people try to beat the heat). Around an hour into the ride something drilled me on the lip. It was instant pain. Some of the worst I have felt in a while. I turned around and headed for the house.

The closer I got to the house the bigger my lip grew. I found my way to a store and ventured in to find Benadryl. I wandered around with my hand over my lip for a while. After a few minutes I found it and made my way to the counter. With the lady’

s behind the counter freaking out, I paid, took two pills, and began the journey home.

Soon my lip was hanging down and no matter what I tried I could not pull it up. I could only think of Forrest Gump when they tell bubba to tuck his lip in or he’ll get it caught on a trip wire. Realizing it was a little too big I called Z’

s wife (Tammy) to pick me up. I took two more Benadryl and after a while we made the decision to go to urgent care. 

The doctor was great, as my incredibly large lip and my slurred speech really brightened his morning. His only request was that I run out into the waiting room and shout “everybody leave look what the doctor has done to me”

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So after two shots and an icepack I was on my way home to pass out from the four Benadryl I had taken earlier.