hi. i'm the bee. it's me. the bee is me. the last 6 months has been the longest amount of time in my entire life i've gone without something weirdly traumatic happening. like, i mean! one time i quit a job where i was asked to use a feeding tube on a premature infant during the height of covid (well no, FIRST i tried walking into traffic, THEN i quit); that morning my last grandparent died and i got to my last day on the job late because, well, you know. that was a friday. on monday i went to work at my new job! when i got home that night my siblings called and told me our dad had shot his eye out! oh well. on tuesday morning, as usual, i went back to work.
that was, by far, not the worst thing i ever shrugged and went to work over in the morning. i think you can basically shrug off any amount of horror until the very second that you cannot.
i ended up in ontario because i called feather from a hospital parking lot, because a medical appointment for testing re: unrelenting pain (which is getting better!), an appointment i had waited 2 years for, had said "eh there's nothing we can do about this" and offered no other options other than "maybe quit your job?", and feather's response to me asking her politely if she would find care for my cat after i killed myself was, "orrrr hey maybe you and the cat can just go to ontario instead!"
oh yeah, the cat. one time my cat got shot, also. well, my dad shot my cat, specifically. that was more traumatic for him than me i reckon. he's fine. ftr. my cat i mean. and my eyeless dad, he's like. basically fine.
if you really want something weird you can ask me about what happened the year my mom died. ask me about the coffee, for that matter. ask me about the first time i heard the words, "don't tell anyone about this. they won't understand."
anyway, the point is, i've spent 6 months safe and quiet and cared for and as of the last like. few weeks i'm finally realizing weird new things about like. love! and empathy! and like, my body is a real place i have to live in and maybe that will be tolerable one day with enough disease-modifying anti-rheumatic drugs! i don't know if all the nice things feather says about me are true, i don't know what's going to happen next (i mean i have some pretty good ideas actually, and they all seem like really nice things), but i know it's taken some INSANELY heroic efforts and a CONSTANT and vast amount of love from all my friends poured into me to get me here, and i would very much like to stay alive now. just need a little more time to gather myself.