“Don’t shoot down on flowers,” say the experts. Rule Breaker.
"Who is Savadear?" is one of my most precious memories of living abroad, before I knew I had been sick with Lyme Disease. It's a cute story so if you haven't read it, check it out.
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.