The Bee Sting

Perhaps the reason I am not a full-time parent is because I really don't get all worked up about bee stings.
On Monday, Ayla got stung by a bee between two of her fingers. She said she was not chasing the bee, but there were no witnesses. We iced it and the area swelled a bit, but her toungwe wasn't swollen, her eyes did not swell shut, no trouble breathing, so off we go. Monday evening and the next morning, same or lesser amount of swelling, so again, off to camp we go Tuesday morning.
Well. I guess the swelling got worse throughout the day (likely because of scrathing, but again, no wtnesses), because the Camp Nurse called Uncle Ralph to get permission to administer Benadryl. I got a note from the Camp Nurse advising that I should continue to administer Benadryl every 4 hours in 25mg doses. That if that swelling was on her neck, it would be "a serious concern".
So off we go to Shopper's Drug Mart to buy Benadryl and a Hydracortizone cream to reduce the itching and swelling. I will skip the part about the debate with Ayla about my preference for liquid capsuls versus the nurse's recommendation of pills ("If I get stung on the nech and can't swallow, I can crush them... Well, while you are looking for two spoons to crush the pill between, I'll break this liquid capsul and put the liquid directly in your mouth...Oh).
So, off home we go, where she checked her email, talked on the phone for a bit, ate dinner, put away her clean clothes and then sat down, ready for her pedicure. We had picked up some pretty stickers for her toes, but she was exhausted, dying to go to bed. So at 9:30 she was tucked in and snoring. I bet she is excited about sleeping in this weekend!