Georgie seems to have improved A LOT since yesterday...

Friday, April 22, 2016

Georgie here.

Hey… was it raining purple rain yesterday? Or was that just my imagination?

So, for some reason, I suddenly have a profound sense of fatigue, as if my Essence had been drained or something.

That Bilderschlutten Device really takes it out of ya’, lemme tell ya’, and I never wanna go through that again.

I must say that it seems the Procedure was a Success, and that I’m glad I’m not a radish (even though a few of the bees around here have started calling me “radish breath”…I dunno what that’s all about).

So I think I’m pretty much back to normal-looking. Okay, my compound eyes are kind of semi-out-of-whack, which is making it a bit hard to see things very clearly. I bought a pair of dark glasses to wear, which makes it easier on my compound eyes. Of course, Kevin immediately started criticising me for trying to “look Famous”. Geeeeeeeze.

Anyway, I went over to the Hive Clinic to ask about my eyes awhile ago, but Professor Bilderschlutten just kind of looked at me funny, then ran off to find Ph.Bee, the Hive Doctor. They went off into a corner and buzzed about it for awhile, then they walked over and said something to Nurse Beeatrice.

Then she came over to me and said, “I have been instructed to interrupt my incredibly buzzy schedule to inform you that your eyed will bee fine. Drs. PhBee and Bilderschlutten beelieve it will just take TIME to realign your eyes with the current point in the Time-Space Continuum. Dr. Bilderschlutten says that it’s merely a temporary - and to me, a quite annoyingly unattractive - side-effects of the Procedure. It is known as Post-Localised Bubble Drive Syndrome - or PLBDS, for short.”
“Is…?” I wanted to ask about the other side-effects, but Nurse Beeatrice interrupted me again.

“THIS,” she said, putting a small box into my wings which seemed to bee filled with a bunch of pieces of gum or something, “has been prescribed for you. Chew ONE of these TWO TIMES a day for the next 87 days, then call us if you are still experiencing difficulties.”
“Thank you,” I started to say. “I was very worri…,”

“Now please vacate the premises and do not return unless it is a GENUINE emergency. I am no mood to bee putting up with lallygagging bees whose wounds need TIME - not ME - to heal. Have a nice day, and please pay on your way out.”

I thought she was leaving, finally, then she stopped and turned around, pointed her wing at me, and buzzed, “Are you chewing gum? You had not better bee chewing gum. You may not chew gum in MY Clinic. If you are chewing gum in MY Clinic, I insist your dispose of it immediately and in a proper, and sanity manner. You can see yourself out.”

Then she walked away.

So I did that.

Well, it’s the weekend. Great Grandma Gee Gee says that I should just rest, continue eating as many of her delicious and soothing Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™ as possible, and let my eyes heal.

HealingCookies


So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has a miraculously fascinating weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

Georgie still seems to bee recovering from his Procedure...

Thursday, April 22, 2016

Post-SurgicalGeorgie


So what were we talking about? I don’t seem to bee able to remember, which is really not like me at all. I usually remember everything absolutely perfectly, mostly, so I think it’s strange that I can’t seem to remember what we were talking about.

Did you just ask a question about elephants or something?

And I’m fairly certain I recognise you, but then again, maybee not. Beesides, they’re not here, so you might wanna try again later, but call first, okay?

This is Tuesday, right? The last thing I remember is somebody telling me NOT to eat the purple burritos, then hearing Nurse Beeatrice telling me to stop complaining that the wing straps were too tight and that she didn’t wanna bee around to see whatever was gonna happen. They were cutting off my circulation, ya’ know? Not the burritos. The wing straps. I don’t even remember seeing any purple burritos, anyway. Don’t eat those. They move around too much, ya' know.

Am I a radish? Is it Monday. Yet? I hope so. I do love Mondays, ya’ know. I mean I really, really love them. Mondays, Mondays, Mondays…how does that song go? Wait. I have it: Buzzbuzz Buzzbtzz, buzz buzz buzz buzzzzzzz. And yes I did.

So where’s Kevin? Where? Is. Kevin. Where, did Kevin go?
KEVIN! Where did you go??

OH! I KNOW! Has anybody got any HoneyChew HoneyChew HoneyChew Krisp Royal For the Queen Hersel Cookies? I’m incredibly thirsty. A burrito would also work. No… cookies. Has to bee cookies. Some of Geegeegeegeegeegee’s Delicious and Nutritious HoneyChew RoyalKrisp Cookies made by GeeGee ga-gee-ga-gee-ga-geeeeeeeeee.

Yes then okay. I hoooope everybody’s has a nice!

I will see you later. Later. Later Potater. And don’t bee late with your plater. That rhymes, doesn’t it?

Ta DA!

Where are we going now? (Did you just see that?)

Kevin's letting us know what's happening with Georgie this morning...

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Hello everyone. This is Kevin, Georgie’s beeloved Illegitimate Nephew. Uncle Georgie asked me to go with him to his Probably-Reversible Plastic Surgery Surgical Reversal Surgical Procedure this morning, and asked me to tell everybody what ’s going (in case things didn’t quite work out right or if he turned into a radish or something).

Georgie was right on time for his appointment this morning. As soon as he arrived, Nurse Beeatrice admitted him to the Surgical Wing of the Clinic, where he was given a mild sedative, told to wait, and to not talk.

So he did that.

After about an hour or so, Orderly Beeson came in and said, “It’s time.” We were then led to the Procedure Room where Professor Bilderschlutten and his Lovely Assistant were waiting in a room where they had a very strange-looking thing they called the “Bilderschlutten Device”. Uncle Georgie was told to sit in the Device, which he did, then they strapped his wings to the chair so he couldn’t decide to leave.

TheBilderschluttenDevice


After putting on their lead-lined Bio-and-Radiation-Protective Suits, gloves and Head Protection Units, they told me to “wait outside”, that I was welcome to watch the procedure via Closed Circuit Cameras, then they went inside a Protected Observation Room and locked the door.

I’m not entirely sure what happened next, but it looked weird and it was very noisy. As soon as the Professor (or maybee it was his Lovely Assistant), hit the “ON” button, a glowing ball of light suddenly encompassed my dear Uncle Georgie’s hideously deformed head and face.

In case you’re wondering, the Bilderschlutten Device uses a Variable-Flux Bubble-Driven Reversion Module which, as I’m sure we all know, generates a Patient-Specific Localised Bubble Drive, thus accessing a gateway into the Time-Space Continuum and a Forward-Thinking Alternative Dimension, where the task of a Surgical Reversal is accomplished. The Science beehind the whole thing is pretty simple and obvious, so it should work fine, probably.

At this point, all I know is that Uncle Georgie is still in the Device, undergoing the Procedure. We will simply have to wait until Professor Bilderschlutten comes out and tells me whether the Procedure was a Success or Not.

We’re all just hoping my uncle doesn’t turn into a radish. I know he’s been very worried about that. We all have been.

So that’s what I know.

I’m sure my Uncle Georgie would want me to wish everybody a nice day, so… Have a nice day.

Uncle Georgie will bee back tomorrow. Probably.

Georgie has his fitting ...

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

So, I went in for my Pre-Probably-Reversible Plastic Surgery Surgical Reversal Fitting yesterday.

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When I asked Professor Bilderschlutten what I was beeing fitted for, he said, “Why, your Frequency-Adjusted Non-Linear Variable Flux Bubble-Driven Reversion Module, of course.”

Silly me. I shouldn’t have even asked. (Beesides, I already knew there was probably gonna bee some sort of Flax Nodules-somethings involved in the whole thing somewhere along the line. I mean, now that I think about it, it’s pretty obvious, right?)

For a very long time, the Professor used a tape measure to determine my Precise Cranial Dimensions. When he took my measurements, he kinda muttered to himself, “Uh huh,” or “okay”, or “that should still work”. Of course, I couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t writing any of this stuff down. When he was done, he stuck the tape measure back in his drawer and smiled at me.

“Shouldn’t you bee writing all those numbers down somewhere?” I asked.

He seemed surprised that I’d asked him that, and said, “Oh, no, no no. That’s entirely unnecessary. I remember each and every measurement perfectly, probably.”

That was reassuring.

Then he said. “I think we’re in good shape to go ahead with the Procedure first thing Wednesday morning. You’ll have your normal face back in no time at all, mostly - and I mean that sincerely.”

I felt relieved that we would finally bee getting on with this whole thing and that my life can soon return to normal, whatever that is.

So, the Professor told me to show up for my Reversal Surgery promptly at 5 a.m.-ish on tomorrow morning, and that I’m not supposed to eat or drink anything beetween now and then, and that I should only wear shoes - nothing else - to the Procedure…which is okay, since that’s all I ever wear anyway, usually.

I already feel thirsty.

Anyway. I hope everybody has a hugely tremendous day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Georgie's Probably-Reversible Plastic Surgery has been temporarily postponed ...

Monday, April 18, 2016

I dunno about you, but I was super excited to wake up today, beecause it’s MONDAY! Mondays are just the best, aren’t they?

Well, I should probably tell you that I haven’t had that disastrous Probably-Reversible Plastic Surgery reversed yet. We kind of ran into a snag.

Evidently, Professor Bilderschlutten was doing a last-minute Clinical Trial on what he calls his “Bilderschlutten Device”. That’s the thing he told me he plans to use to reverse my plastic surgery. It seems he’d asked one of his interns to bee a test subject beefore he did the Procedure on me, and, as he put it, “Evidently, the Device wasn’t adjusted to the correct specifications. As a result, we had a bit of an Unfortunate Mishap,” he said.
“A Mishap?” I asked.
“Yes. An Unfortunate Mishap,” the Professor told me. “For some reason, the Device did not perform within the anticipated parameters as predicted by my preliminary calculations.”

“What happened, exactly? Show me.” I had to know.

So he showed me the Mishap.

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Geeeeeeeeze. I never knew until now that radishes could have eyes and wings.

“So,” I asked, “who was that?”

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t know him. He was just one of my interns who now seems to be a radish of some sort. It goes without saying that this was not the predicated outcome. Apparently, I merely need to do some fine-tuning on the Device so this won’t happen again. Probably.”

I told the Professor that I really didn’t wanna end up as a radish. He agreed that wouldn’t bee a good thing.

“I will notify you when the observed anomalies are rectified and we can attempt to perform your Reversal Procedure. Until then, I think it may bee best we postpone your Procedure.”

So my Procedure is beeing postponed for later this week.

I hope he gets the problem figured out, because I’m highly anxious to get my normal face back.

In the meantime, the Professor told me I hafta go in this morning for a “fitting”, whatever that means. (I just hope I’m not beeing fitted for a Post-Surgical Salad Bowl or something, ya’ know?)

So I’m gonna go do that.

I hope everybody has an amazingly tantalising day!

I’ll see ya’ later!