Johnny's Dollies

Molly has been with me since my return to the USA in 1996. I got her for company. I wasn't a King Honey Bee at that time (one needs a Queen Honey Bee to become a King Honey Bee). I was a Ruffus - a Johnny Ruffus. I NEVER EVER travel without Molly. I took her along with me when my son, William, and I flew from Cincinnati, Ohio to California to visit my other son, Alex (they are twins). I was sitting beside a lady who sat by the window, and I asked her if she would mind holding Molly and letting her look out of the window, explaining that my dollie had never been on an airplane before. I think the lady was a sourpussy because she got up and spoke to the stewardess and was reseated. GREAT!!! William and I scooted over one seat - with Molly and I by the window, and Molly thought that flying through the clouds was fantastic. William didn't mind Molly but Alex detested her (I think Alex was totally pissed off because he thought he had a weird dad). He wouldn't even let Molly drive the car that I rented during our two week stay there. He kept grabbing her and throwing her into the back seat.

Johnny Got Some Weird Dollies

Christmas Eve, 1997, I came down with a chill whilst visiting with my sister, Carol Sue. I went home and stretched out on the couch and soon was out of it till I received a call from Carol Sue the next morning wanting to know if I was up and getting ready to go with her to spend Christmas day at Mary Jane's -- another sister. I told Carol Sue I felt sick as a dog and wouldn't be able to make it, and went back to sleep. A very deep sleep. On New Years Eve I was dragged out of this very deep sleep by two female voices yelling and screaming at me.

"Wake up! Wake up, Johnny Ruffus!" these two voices screamed.

As I came awake I stared up at Molly and Lunette, two of my dollies, who were sitting on the back of the couch. I was very thirsty, extremely weak, and shaking like a leaf, but managed to rise and go into the kitchen to drink a glass of water. That didn't seem to work and I had to proceed quickly to the bathroom, where I spewed it back up. Never in my life had I felt so ill, and I sat down on the floor with intentions of lying down and going back to sleep.

"Get up Johnny Ruffus! You have to have something to drink! Get up now!" these two female voices screamed at me.

"Don't yell so loud!" I complained. "You'll disturb my neighbors!"

I distinctly remember the two voices going on and on at me. Vaguely, I recall receiving instructions form them -- they were telling me what I had to do. The next thing I can remember is walking up the road to the little store two blocks away from my apartment. I knew where I was and what I was going for -- something I could drink, some Coke and 7-Up. But I was so weak that I had no idea if I would make it there and back home. Next thing I remember is purchasing the items and the guy talking about it being New Years Eve -- and me thinking that I had slept for a week. I can remember literally crawling up the stairs to my second-floor apartment, but I can't recall anything else about that night. I must have taken the liquids, for I'm here to this day.

That was the first time I had ever heard these two female voices, yet I knew the voices belonged to my dollies, Molly and Lunette. I also know that they saved my life, for had I gone back to sleep, I don't think I ever would have wakened again. I call it Dolly Majik, and if it sounds strange to you, I can assure you that stranger things happen every day - at least in the life of a Johnny Ruffus or a Johnny King Honey Bee.

I remained extremely ill until May, 1998. The only thing I could eat was vanilla ice cream and the only thing I could drink was 7-Up. I can't recall much of what happened during those four or five months, cept my two sisters hounding me to see a doctor. Not really being in my full mind, I thought I just had a bad flue, and had no idea of the months that had gone by, and I could not see what the fuss was all about. I was loosing weight rapidly, and the two heffers finally dragged me to the VA Medical Center. I was given liquids as I was dehydrated and blood and urine samples were taken.

As a result of the blood and urine tests I was given an appointment at the Oncology Department of the VA Medical Center. There was protein found in both my urine and blood, and the doctors strongly suspected what affliction I had, but a bone marrow biopsy was required to confirm it. I reckon my Multiple Myeloma (bone marrow cancer) kicked in heavy New Year's Eve 1998, but two stem cell transplants later I am still here - and eating very well and gaining weight.

But I'm no Longer Johnny Ruffus
I am Johnny King Honey Bee

And Queenie Bee Beate is My Darling Queenie Bee Better make that Mrs Queenie Bee Beate and Mr Johnny King Honey Bee. Just like Mrs Mouse and Mr Mouse. Mr Mouse wants to know if you have any cheese? He says the mouse brats are getting really hungry.

Mouse Brats