1. Bees or, more specifically, Queen Bee:
The hostess of bee family is an uterus. It is a womanish individual with the developed privy parts. For days it can put aside to 1000 eggs from which bees hatch then.
From the image caption accompanying a photo of a Queen Bee on the microstock site 123RF.com.
2. I am now 37 years old. Gosh, ancient. However, I am consoled by the fact that I apparently neither look nor act my age – especially when there are presents for me. 🙂
Quite why anyone would fail to be delighted when they are given presents is beyond my comprehension. I love presents. I was presented with the most gratifyingly fabulous array of cards and gifts on Saturday at my birthday picnic – luckily I had ‘done an Eva’ and brought along my wheely-old-lady-trolley which doubled as a present pack-horse for the return journey.
Good gracious, I am spoilt rotten.
3. One of my friend/colleagues is having a Very Tough Time. More than one of them, in fact, but I’ll come back to the other one later.
Rose’s* mother died 2 years ago after being in a coma for several years. Rose rushed back to Australia the day after her mother’s funeral in the UK and started her first day of work here. And believe me, working here is busy with a capital Fuck Me Its Busy.
Possibly as a result of not dealing with the grief and its associated issues at the time, her relationship with her fiancee came to an end and she embarked on a brief and ill-fated affair with a sleazy co-worker (who has since left). She and her ex-fiancee have since rebuilt their friendship but are having trouble ‘getting past’ the split and the affair.
Having pushed herself incredibly hard both at work and socially for 2 years, she is understandably now at the end of her tether. She has been having counselling for about a year – they’ve even had some joint counselling – but she has spent the better part of the last month in tears… and then beating herself up for ‘not coping’.
Today she has come back to work after a week off and still seems to me to be the poster girl for fragile. Seriously, she looks like she will either burst into tears or fall over at any second. And I know how that feels.
I don’t know what to do or say. I have tried to be a listening ear throughout and she has a good support network of friends – but I know how difficult it can be to talk to people who have never experienced Depression. They are sympathetic, but they don’t really get it and it freaks them the hell out.
The problem is that her closest pal here at work has decided that she is fine and thinks that I am exaggerating and unnecessarily pushing her to consider medication as an option. I’m trying not to – just because it worked for me doesn’t mean it will work for her, I realise that. But its a vicious circle when you can’t control the emotions overwhelming you for ‘no reason’ so that you keep crying at work, because then you blame yourself for not being stronger which makes you feel worse and… you get the picture.
I sent her a text last week asking how she was and sending her my love, which got no response. And today she has been conspicuously quiet and went out for lunch with a couple of others, so of course now I’m convinced that I’ve somehow upset her and that she’s avoiding me. Which is dreadful.
* All names changed to protect me