Me husband, that cried wolf too many times!

So Darrell and Jamie went to the beach.  Jamie had been out caining it for a few days and needed a wash.  Water is expensive, in these here parts.  They said, they would return in two whole hours.  I had just settled down for a bit of Spanish Tapas, when thirty seconds later, me husband was back.  Darrell had been stung by a jellyfish, singular, not a whole herd or anything.  He asked myself and Jamie, to piss on him, apparently, it would help with the pain.  Doubtful, I said Jamie will have to do it, as I hadn't done stuff like that, since I was a wee girl.  I later found out, that in this situation, piss is best.  I had no idea.  Anyway, as a secondary measure, I made up an emergency Bicarbonate of Soda paste to apply to the sting.  Currently my disabled husband,  (if anything is going to happen to someone, it will damn well always happen to him) is dying on the sofa covered in white stuff, something he hasn't done in a while!