I got stung on the lip by a yellowjacket who hid in my Mountain Dew can while I watched a women's soccer match at college.
It was mortifying. My upper lip swelled up and curled until I looked like a duck, and nobody who saw me could resist a laugh. Even my buddy Pete's girlfriend's mother, on campus for the weekend, laughed when she saw me. I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed despite myself. Mortifying.
I went to my dorm room and hid for hours. I skipped dinner and sat on the back corner of my bed until my girlfriend came in. I hid my lip with my hands, and she smiled, and said it wasn't all that bad, let me see it. I resisted, and it became a little sympathetic game of her crawling up the bed and tugging at my hands, pleading to see my face. I finally relented.