So the first thing I heard when I opened my Compound Eyes this morning was, “Happy National Honeybee Day, Georgie!”, and about the only thing I managed to say (after I got those miserable Tubes out of my Mouthparts) was, “What day is it?”

“It’s National Honeybee Day! And YOU are finally Awake! We do not fully understand Why or How, but you have finally Emerged from your Persistent Coma, and have, at long last, rejoined the Ranks of the Aware, Uncle! Here, have a Cookie!”

When I was finally able to sit up and focus my Vision, I saw Kevin, my Illegitimate Nephew, standing there more or less smiling at me. Next to him was Great Grandma Gee Gee, who was holding a Delightfully Large Platter full of her Delicious and Marginally Nutritious Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™.

“Welcome back, Dear, and please do have a Cookie,” she said. “You need to build your Strength, and one of my Cookies is just the thing you need to start feeling like Yourself again.”

As I munched on a Cookie, I also spotted another Worker Bee who was wearing a pair of Red Eyeglasses and standing right next to Great Grandma Gee Gee. She looked vaguely Familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my WingTip on who she was, so I looked at her and asked, “And who might you bee?”

“Who do you think I am? I’m ButterCup, you silly Bee,” she said. “Don’t you remember me? I mean okay fine, you’ve been in a Persistent Coma for approximately 235 Days now, but seriously now, you don’t recognise your own Girlfriend? I’m the one who’s stood Vigil at your Bedside since that Unfortunate Dinner Party Mishap, who has read to you almost every other week, and who made sure that Nurse Beeatrice wasn’t trying to tie knots in your Feeding Tube? I’m hurt, Georgie.”

“I’m sorry. I apologise, ButterCup. I didn’t mean to Hurt your Feelings. To bee Honest, everything still looks Highly Blurry to me … and I just didn’t recognise you in those new Glasses.”

“I get that a lot,” she told me.

“They mostly look good on you,” I told her.

“Mostly?” ButterCup’s voice suddenly had an Edge to it.

“Well, yeah, I mean…” I started to say.

“Never mind, Georgie. I know you’re still not Seeing - or Thinking - very clearly yet… after all, you’ve been in a Persistent Coma, and I suppose it’s enough that you finally Woke Up,” ButterCup said.

“…and we’re so very Pleased and Delighted that you did finally wake up, Dear,” Gee Gee said. “Here, have another Cookie.”

So I did that.

I hafta say that I’m more than ready to get out of this Bed and get back home to my Cozy and Well-Appointed ShoeBox, but I’ve just been told that I have to wait until Nurse Beeatrice brings me my Discharge Papers which, she said, “I will get to you the very instant I feel like getting around to doing which just happens to bee not right now.”

I guess while I’m waiting, I should just sit here and rebuild my Strength with some more Cookies.

So I’m gonna do that.