As you may know, I usually schedule these daily posts to show up at a minute or so after midnight, Eastern time.
I didn’t make it today, simply because I couldn’t write this last night.
I have to give up my bees, and I feel so very sad about this.
The reactions I’ve had to the bee stings I’ve received over the past few months have—as I’m sure you can see if you read this blog regularly—become more and more severe.
I can’t risk it.
The most recent sting pretty much immobilized my hand—and the swelling made it ¾ of the way up to my elbow. The picture I posted a few days ago was BEFORE it got to the worst point. I realize this doesn’t sound very appetizing. I hope you’re not eating breakfast while you read this. The swelling was so severe my knuckles are bruised from what little movement I had to make.
Beekeepers get stung. That’s just the way it is. I’ve heard from a lot of my beekeeping colleagues that they get some fairly uncomfortable localized swelling, but they put up with it because, all in all, beekeeping is fun and enjoyable, and the honey it great!
I looked out at my beehives this morning and realized that I’m afraid of those little girls now. As much as I’ve come to love and respect them (yes, it is possible to love a bee!), I feel that I’m putting my life at risk by continuing this journey.
As I decide how to end this … this experiment … this journey, I’ll keep you informed. You’ve come this far with me, and I’ll feel better knowing I can share the end of it with you.
BEEattitude for Day # 335:
Blessed are those who cry when they need to, for they shall find comfort in their tears.