Joint Hypermobility Syndrome (HMS)


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.

So you love the adventure of a raid on a hive...:dunno:....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 :mad: at me for it and called me a Bruja...:surprised:....So goes life in a fish bowl.
 
Daddy bees don't have dads, but they have granddaddy's except that the grand daddy died. Also all the uncles were murdered by their own sisters. Worker bees have daddies who died before they were born but they don't have a paternal granddaddy. Queens have daddies too but no paternal granddaddy.
 
No thank you to the bees... :panic: I have somewhat of a problem with them since one flew down my boot and started attacking me!!

Lol
 
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!

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 diagnosis :confused-96::coocoo: 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 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
 
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.

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!
:panic:
 
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!
:panic:
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.
 
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.

An uncle used to keep hives on my place, like, 30+ years ago although they concerned me.
He said the stings were good for everything from arthritis to impotence [until one got in his pants and stung him on the head of family o_O :D].
I had a local guy brush hogging the weeds back there one day and he just stopped and started frantically waving his arms.
I was freaking out and ran back to ask how many times he'd been stung thinking anaphylactic shock...
He shouted, "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT BEES!! THESE F ING MOSQUITOS ARE KILLING ME!!"
:panic:

:D
 
I was picking up rocks in the woods with my pickup a LONG time ago to build a stone wall. I was only wearing shorts. No shirt or shoes. Picked up a rock and tons of yellow jackets came out. I was covered. Was even being stung in my truck trying to leave. Got home. Wife stopped counting at 60 bites. She called ER. They said if I wasn't dead yet I should be OK. Slept for a long time.
 
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!
:panic:
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-Fucking-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..
:stare1:
 
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..
:stare1:

:biglaugh:

Well that explains why your chest is all swolled up...
I thought you was sick or something.
:D
 
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 diagnosis :confused-96::coocoo: 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 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
I hear you about family and "second family". I see it all the time. Glad you have good friends. Hang in there!
 

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