i almost died

So, i woke up today... earlier than most days, and any one that really knows me well knows that i like my sleep. The more the better, and when its cut short, im really just not very nice at all. I rolled over, me and Christopher shared a nice little morning breath kiss, then some how miss coordinated our movements, and i SMOKED my nose on the back of his head so hard that i saw stars. I should have known then... but im a trooper so, i got up and tried to start breakfast. After trying to interact for a short 5 minutes i decided it would probably be a better idea (for me and the rest of the world) if i just went back to bed. So.. fully clothed in my SFU sweats -- hoodie drawn as far over my head as it would go, to try to cut out some light -- i went back to sleep. I got up a short hour later, with a splitting headache, and massive pain in my left eye. I went to the mirror, i was sure that i had hit my face so hard that i had a black eye, but thank god i didnt.. it was just the tiniest bit swollen. So.. i got up, made breakfast... the day was progressing much better with my second try at it, but my eye was seeming to get worse and worse. I took an extra strength advil, and layed down for a bit, and took a nap (sleep -- the cure for everything). I woke up, feeling much better the third time around now, and we got ready and went to go see the new Robin Williams movie, the night listener. I should have known that it was going to suck, just by my morning. OK, it didnt suck, but i was dissapointed. Thats a different story though, im telling a story about how i almost died. Dont you get me off track. OK.. where was i... Ohh yeah, ok so.. after the movie, my eye was reallly starting to hurt again.. my nose was starting to run.. i felt like i had a fever.. i thought maybe i was getting the flu or something. By the time we got home, it felt like i was gunna die.
I laid on the couch and considered going to sleep yet again, and seeing if a fourth try to the day may help my circumstances, but i just got an advil instead. I sat back down, took off my hoodie, and like a minute later, Christopher pointed at something on the carpet beside me and my hoodie and said "look". I looked.. it was a BEE.. a dead bee! He picked it up and threw it out, and you know what the fucker was missing? You got it kids, his stinger.. and you know where it was? Yup you guess it again, it was in my fucking bottom eye lid, like a millimeter from my eye. My hero pulled out the stinger, and it felt better right away... dont get me wrong.. it still hurts like hell.. but it doesnt feel like im going to die anymore atleast. So, im left wondering, when did the bee sneak into my hoodie? How did he sting me without me noticing? Would he have stung me if i didnt go back to bed? The only answer i could come up with is "damn, i hate bees".