Life and Lyme

Muddling through life after Lyme

Month: January 2017

  • rebellion

    Getting completely well is harder than I thought. I am so close to the end yet farther away than ever. This is where I should get some kind of power surge, both mental and physical. I am sputtering. No surges here. Instead, my head and body seem united in a small rebellion. Anyone who knows…

  • body

    I like my body. I’ve never quite trusted it, because it was broken when I was seven. I fell out of a tree and fractured my skull. I was in a coma for about a week. It’s funny what you remember about hospital stays, especially when you’re young. I definitely remember the nurses coming in…

  • fractious

    I am scratchy and irritated these days. Is it the nature of healing? Is being constantly annoyed a sign that I’m getting better, and if so, why? You’d think I’d be all happy and excited, and I am, but I’m also fractious. I curse at all the drivers on the road, loudly and often. This isn’t new,…

  • confinement

    Being sick is boring. I used to joke that Lyme had transformed me into a swooning Victorian lady until shit got real. Then it wasn’t funny anymore. Seriously, think what it must have been like to be sick before, say, 1910. There would have been days, weeks, hell, months of confinement with little to do but lie there….