I think Sister was using the bees for their venom. I'm not advanced enough to order live bees from someplace and have them shipped to me. I use the old-fashioned method of finding a beehive and pissing off the residents. Much more challenging to control the dose that way...but I do love an adventure.
....All the bees ever done was crawl on me, never been stung by one of them yet! Had a man once try to brush one off my arm and it turned on him and stung him...He got
at me for it and called me a Bruja...
....So goes life in a fish bowl.It may be EDS, the hypermobility type. I don't think that type can be confirmed with a blood test like the other types, but a rheumatological work up couldn't hurt to do as well. Usually we recommend therapy and sometimes orthopedic referral. Sorry you're in pain. Keep me posted!

but whatever. My "second family" who're not blood relatives support me and I'm able to vent to them when I'm having rough days so that helps a ton. I think Sister was using the bees for their venom. I'm not advanced enough to order live bees from someplace and have them shipped to me. I use the old-fashioned method of finding a beehive and pissing off the residents. Much more challenging to control the dose that way...but I do love an adventure.

Once, when I working at a beekeeping facility, the other beekeeper swatted a bee that had gotten through into his bee hat. Mind you we had just handled every frame of broodin 5 other hives within 30 feet of space every bee had been disturbed. Each hive of honey bees has about 40,000 bees. The air was a dense cloud. When he swatted at the bee, he nocked his hat out of the screen and was subsequently stung several dozen dozen times on the face, head and torso. After that, we sewed our hats to the net. He ran more than 300 feet before the bees left him. In retrospect considering we had antagonized approximately 200,000 bees, it's amazing he wasn't stung to death.Ever get a bee in your bonnet?
I scooped a bumble bee right into the side of my helmet once.
It didn't sting me but I damn near killed myself trying to get stopped and get the friggin helmet off!
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Once, when I working at a beekeeping facility, the other beekeeper swatted a bee that had gotten through into his bee hat. Mind you we had just handled every frame of broodin 5 other hives within 30 feet of space every bee had been disturbed. Each hive of honey bees has about 40,000 bees. The air was a dense cloud. When he swatted at the bee, he nocked his hat out of the screen and was subsequently stung several dozen dozen times on the face, head and torso. After that, we sewed our hats to the net. He ran more than 300 feet before the bees left him. In retrospect considering we had antagonized approximately 200,000 bees, it's amazing he wasn't stung to death.
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Never got one in my helmet, but the day I rode my brand new Victory off the lot, the first place I went was home, at the time, to Spirit Lake, ID. As you're getting into town from Rathdrum, the speed limit goes from 60 to 45. Right about there, I had a yellowjacket go down my shirt into the left side of my bra. Yeh, I got stung pretty good. Not much I could do about it, either, until I could get stopped. I thought sure I was going to wreck my bike and it didn't even have 50 miles on it.Ever get a bee in your bonnet?
I scooped a bumble bee right into the side of my helmet once.
It didn't sting me but I damn near killed myself trying to get stopped and get the friggin helmet off!
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It's a device that prevents a German disorder called tittenfloppen.bra?![]()
Never got one in my helmet, but the day I rode my brand new Victory off the lot, the first place I went was home, at the time, to Spirit Lake, ID. As you're getting into town from Rathdrum, the speed limit goes from 60 to 45. Right about there, I had a yellowjacket go down my shirt into the left side of my bra. Yeh, I got stung pretty good. Not much I could do about it, either, until I could get stopped. I thought sure I was going to wreck my bike and it didn't even have 50 miles on it.
I pulled into the first gas station and had (luckily) the sense to put the kickstand down before embarking on what can only be described an exquisite rendition of the Get-This-****ing-Wasp-Out-Of-My-Shirt dance. In moments like that, a woman generally is, shall we say, NOT particularly concerned with modesty. I try to keep myself in some semblance of decent shape and I'm proud to say, my girls didn't let me down...unless those men were applauding me for pulling my shirt back down..
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@Skateboard Photoshopped that picture. He's a computer geek, remember?
Well that explains why your chest is all swolled up...
I thought you was sick or something.
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@Skateboard sent me this earlier today.Skateboard Photoshopped that picture. He's a computer geek, remember?

I hear you about family and "second family". I see it all the time. Glad you have good friends. Hang in there!I've got EDS and Dysautonomia. Have a lot of symptoms and doctors (I went to rheumatologist, cardiologist, and chiropractor) basically wrote me off. Family doesnt give me any support and parents say I'm just lazy and don't want to do any work even though I have an official diagnosisbut whatever. My "second family" who're not blood relatives support me and I'm able to vent to them when I'm having rough days so that helps a ton.
I have a lot of nausea, fatigue, lightheadedness, and of course joint pain and minor subluxations. I'm trying to be careful and take it easy on my rough days. I've accepted this is how it's gonna be and have "made peace" with it even though I really don't want to be sick anymore