What now?

Daddy woke me up at noon yesterday... and he WOKE me up!  I must have been sleeping really good because I opened my eyes but I couldn't figure out what day it was, what time it was, if I was late for something or what!?  Dad says, "Sorry to wake you honey, but can you get up and just take a quick look at Mason?  He got into something..."  and the rest was all gibberish to me cause I was trying to figure out what was going on.

Well, Mason did it again... he managed to cause a stir.  Apparently he was outside with Daddy and Granny and was snooping in the wood shed.  Mason came out of the shed looking stunned and whimpering. Then he started gagging and puking then started drooling excessively.  He was drooling like a faucet...seriously!  Daddy even smelled and TASTED his drool/puke to see if he had drank something "icky".  Now that is a dedicated Daddy huh?! 

So, I struggled to wake and assess the situation and Daddy struggled to orientate me.  Lol! 

We are still not sure what happened but best guess is he got into a pop can that was in the shed and tried to take a drink of bees living inside.  His tongue was beefy red and raw in the middle, and his tonsils and throat are blistered/welted looking...  ???  He tried to swallow but cried and proceeded to drool some more.  We sat there and tried to decide if we should go to the emergency room or not.  The dose of benadryl and tylenol we practically forced him to take started to help within 10 minutes so we gave a sigh of relief and decided no ER visit was needed.  It took awhile but he did start controlling his oral secretions better and drinking a little.

As soon as he felt better, even just a LITTLE better his mind and mouth went right back to balls and trucks.

What happened?  Who knows... What next Mason?