Mr Bee. He used to be my friend. A happy and welcome visitor to my garden, working his magic to help my garden grow.
But now I know him in a different light.
Yesterday I learnt that he poses a real and significant risk to my son’s safety.
We’re going to have to carry an EpiPen at all times, my son will have to spend a day in hospital being poked and prodded and then have a monthly injection for the next three years. Yep. Three years! Yesterday we went to the pathologist so that E’s blood could be taken, he totally freaked out. He has had blood tests before and been fine but I suppose he is just that little bit older now, that little bit more aware. He was absolutely terrified. It was awful. The phlebotomist couldn’t get enough blood because he was so stressed. We have to go back to try again tomorrow.
After the horrid experience we came home to have a swim, a chance to relax and unwind after the ordeal. It wasn’t relaxing at all. There were so many bees. There always have been because they’re drawn to the water. It never used to bother me before, but now it does. Now all my maternal instincts are on high alert and whilst I’m saying “we just have to be careful not scared” I’m pretty much terrified on the inside and have doubts that my performance of confidence is convincing.
On Monday we have another appointment with the doctor so that she can teach me how to use the EpiPen. I’m hoping after that I’ll feel more relaxed. More empowered and less terrified.
Maybe in time I can be friends with Mr. Bee again, but just now I’m rather angry with him.
Are bees your friend or foe?