I got stung by a baby scorpian, and I wondered "What the hell stung me?" It felt like touching the lit end of a cigarette. to me. To me, all I got was a burning sensation at site of sting, and slightly woozy, but that's all. It all happened while I was processing purses @ T.J. Maxx in Little Rock, in the Fitting Room.
My co-workers made a big thing out of it, and said that I should go to the E.R. They were all mad at Mr. Cousens. He's deceased now, for not acting sooner.
They thought he didn't care. Well, Mr. Casey, who no longer works there, asked if I wanted to call my sister, to come get me, but I was okay. I guess I'm a lot tougher than my co-workers think I am. I told Mr.
Cousens that I was like a DODGE TRUCK- I was Ram tough.
Now, had that rascal been bigger, I'm sure he would've packed a bigger punch, that would've really put me in the hospital. I really would've been, Knock,, knock, knocking on heaven's door then.