I never imagined my night to end with anal pain... but I swiftly grabbed my right cheek and made a sudden thrust up. Two wings flapped beside my feet, as if teasing me, saying, "Next time, don't be so delicious." In a panic, I killed it. You see, I'm allergic to bee stings and thought that maybe a bee had mistaken my butt for a honey bun, but it turned out to be just an audacious wasp.
It's the season, I guess... and me being made in Jamaica, I'm a lover of higher temperatures, but I have to accept that there's always a trade-off.
Just earlier that day, I was travelling at peak hour on a train with a broken air conditioner. For some unexplainable reason, the train came to a sudden halt just 2 minutes away from my connecting station. The driver apologised profusely, saying that "he was waiting for an available platform." In the heat of the moment, everything sounds like horseshit, and a few passengers threatened to open the doors or smash a few windows.
It was 15 minutes of hell. Zero ventilation in 32°C weather. We were sweating like pigs in what felt like a steaming sauna, and I thought we were all going to pass out.
One guy was whimpering to a mate on his phone, which appeared to be his calming mechanism.
I felt a nosebleed coming on, which I knew was a combination of lack of oxygen and panic, because I'm claustrophobic. I took deep breaths, held my thumb and index finger together as a calming hand mudra, and I quietly said a few 'oms.' It worked. I regained my composure.
From my peripheral vision, I saw the sweat glisten on a muscular, good-looking guy sitting in an aisle seat across from me. The water running down his arms radiated like light off his body, and in that moment, I thought that in the event of my having to perform CPR or mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, he'd be the closest one and the first call to action [in case of emergency].
It was just a close call, and I think the train got moving right in the nick of time...
Things do happen in split seconds, and you never know what awaits.
I was relieved to be back on my boat, a lot earlier than I'd anticipated my day to go. I even took a cold shower, something that I never do. I put on a loose dress, drank a glass of cold water, and sat down on my couch... and I squinted my ass muscles in pain.
The bump and swelling are still there, where the sun doesn't shine, and I tossed the dead wasp away.
Although I was a tad bit annoyed and in pain, the next day, I randomly snapped these photos, which I liked. They were candid, and the authentic look and mood of them made them ideal for both colour and black and white. I also believed that they aligned with my moment of contemplation on a dreadful experience, which I turned into a humorous moment.
Happy weekend, peeps. :)
All the images were taken by me.
