Follow the Buzz.

When I first began my lyme treatment, my doctor gave me A LOT to do. There were a million supplements, tinctures, IV’s, coffee enemas, saunas, castor oil packs, oil pulling...and he also suggested I start Bee Venom therapy. He gave me an ointment called ‘Venex’, and wanted me to put it on my joints a few times a day. I was overwhelmed by all the new information (to say the least!), and all I could focus on at the time was the IVs and supplements and enemas. So I put the bees on the back-burner. 

After a few months, I found myself staring at the tube of ointment in my bathroom. Alright. I finally feel like I can give this a try. But when I applied it to my wrist, it turned my skin super red and itchy. It’s a common side affect of this treatment, but it felt like too much. I already had a PICC line surgery and dealt with that for a month and a half. I was already getting poked with IV’s 5 days a week and doing other injections. I was already detoxing hardcore from all the supplements. So the ointment went back on the shelf, and collected dust for a year.

A few weeks ago, I went to Home Goods with my friends Grace, Lisa, and Erica. We were standing outside in the parking lot getting ready to go in. And suddenly this bee started swarming around my head. I waved it off, but it came back again. I shook my hand at it a few more times, but it wouldn’t go away! Huh. That usually works. And all of the sudden, it landed on my forearm and stung me. I was kind of in shock! I hadn’t had a bee sting since I was 11, and didn’t even comprehend fully what had just happened. It freaking hurt! My friend Grace had to dig out the stinger. And as she grabbed the sharp tail out of my skin, I immediately thought about the bee venom therapy. I had a feeling this was a sign. It felt very pointed. Pun very intended. 

But even though I felt it strongly in that moment, I’m stubborn and my selective memory kicked in. I shoved the experience under the metaphorical rug.

A few days later, my man and I were at our next door neighbors house having a masked chat out on their porch. And before I knew it, a bee was swarming around me. It wouldn’t leave me alone. A minute later, my neighbor exclaimed “Huh! That is so weird! We never get bees around our house this late in the season”. They had lived there for 8 years. Mmmm hmmm. My resistance started to crack, and I knew there might be something bigger happening here. 

So when I went in for my monthly doctors appointment last week, I brought it up to my doctor. I hadn’t been doing the bee venom, and I wanted to circle back around and...what did he think? We had a great talk, and he felt like it might be a good idea to start. I saw the instinctual glimmer in his eye. He also told me he thought what was needed at this point was to do bee venom INJECTIONS. My soul gulped. More needles?! More pain?! More being probed and prodded?! Um, no thank you! 

But thankfully, I was willing to stay open and hear him. And when I got home, I put my research hat on and investigated further. I found story after story and study after study in support of the injections killing lyme. And being the one thing that could get rid of any remaining bacteria in the joints. I still have wrist, elbow, and joint pain, so it seemed like this might be helpful. GROAN. But even though I had read all the success, I still needed more time. Not yet. 

On my way to my IV treatment on Tuesday, I spilled my breakfast granola all over the floor of my car. I parked and left my door open to clean it up and throw it away in a nearby trashcan. My door was open for 30 seconds, and when I turned back around, I gasped. In the bottom of my cup holder was a bee.

It was at that moment that I GOT IT. I HEAR YOU, GOD. It was time. So I called my doctor, and we tried the bee venom therapy the very next day. I got my first injection. It hurt a ton and swelled up like a balloon and was so hot and itchy that I woke up that night at 3:30am in agony and had to keep watch to see if I was having an allergic reaction. Doubt reared it’s head, and I wondered...was I really doing the right thing?

The next day, my question was answered. I was walking my friends dog while watching her kids scooter around the neighborhood. They both were a little further ahead of me, and all of the sudden...I saw them bend over, look at the ground, and then they started yelling. I jogged up with the pup, and as I got closer I asked them what was going on. They pointed to the pavement. I looked down, and saw a bunch of dead bees on the sidewalk. 13, to be exact. (They counted) Holy. Heavens. 

It was undeniable confirmation that I had listened. I had stayed open and heard the buzz of the Universe. And used it to sleuth out where I needed to go next. It reminded me how important it is to follow the clues, keep my senses sharp, and hear the sounds that are calling my name. I was on the right track, and got the reinforcement I needed to fly ahead.