Just one more of this Borrelia-killin'' badass carrying that huge hunk of pollen. His queen better be all, “Oh baby, you da man! Nobody works it like you. Now come over here and give me a little honey.”
How cool is this dude carrying is his pot of gold? Apitherapy (treatment from bee venom via the sting) is starting to catch on in the Lyme disease world, ever since one woman nearly died from Lyme disease but recovered quickly when she was attacked by a swarm of African Honey Bees.
This shot reminds me of my good times at the Tate Modern in London with TravelMarx and discovering that whacked out dude Gerhard Richter. Yah. Those were good times. Falling asleep in the lounge at the Tate Modern before I knew I had Lyme.
I can safely say that no sport, no pet, no job, no hobby and no yoga practice has taught me more patience more than Lyme disease.
"Hey Daddy-O! Who’s that doggin’ us at the end of the road? He doesn’t seem to care if we know it or not."
With Chronic Lyme disease, your world becomes very small, but no less beautiful. Well, except when I go a week without washing my hair or the meds make me toss my cookies. That part is not so pretty. Check out the Scarlet pimpernel, a wild flower, sometimes considered a weed, growing all over Santa Cruz […]