Life and Lyme

Muddling Through Life with Lyme Disease

I been holed up lately, because there\’s not much to say right now. Yes, I\’m still sick. No, I don\’t know if I\’ll ever be completely well. No, there\’s really no clear path or prognosis for me. Yes, it sucks. The uncertainty and grind of being sick for so long has started to wear me down a bit emotionally. Since I can\’t change the fact that my future is not predictable or stable, I have to change the way I look at it. This is euphemistically called \’adjusting my expectations. What a loathsome phrase. We all know it really means \’tough shit, your life is not the same, it\’s never going to be the same, and you\’d better fucking get used to it\’.  After four+ years of Lyme, I am stuck in the \’almost well\’ category. Why? Who knows. Maybe I\’m not trying hard enough. Maybe my body reacts to things differently. Maybe there are other factors in my environment. Maybe I\’m one of the unlucky few that just can\’t quite get well.

It doesn\’t really matter at this point, the adjustment has to be made. I\’ve been working on accepting that I managed to get a serious illness since the onset of Lyme. Lyme keeps moving the bar and fucking with me. I get better, something pops up, I get sick again. What is truly mind-boggling is how obtuse I can be to the cycle.

It’s a level of stupidity that I can only ascribe to both Lyme and my own inclination to turn a blind eye to bad things. The signs are all there: I forget dates, I’m exhausted, I cry at nothing, I can’t concentrate, my neck hurts, my hands throb, and my teeth hurt. The same damn things every time and still I’m blindsided when I have another relapse.

After that, I accept the fact that I have to hoard my energy, and always plan for the worst. It makes my social life unpredictable and my working life difficult, but I do it, and without too much fuss. Emotionally, though, I struggle every day with adjusting. This is where I stamp my foot an scream \”but I don\’t wanna!\” Lyme doesn\’t give a rat\’s ass what I want.

Picking which adjustment has been the hardest would be impossible. Is it that I can\’t work full-time? Or maybe that I can no longer just up and do something. Perhaps it\’s the uncertainty that if I DO do something, I might not get out of bed for a few days. It also could be how weak and puny I feel about myself when I get sick once again, as if my body is betraying me again. Maybe it\’s the guilt I feel about constantly cancelling out on friends, or ignoring their emails, texts or phone calls because I just can\’t summon the energy to talk to them like a normal person. It could be all these things, but I think the main thing is if I adjust, I am admitting I am an irrevocably changed person from Lyme disease.

For one thing, my life is much quieter than it was. It is amazing how having to parcel out your energy gives you a laser focus on what you want or need to do. I suppose I could blow off taking care of the house for a more active social life, or I could give up everything else and work full-time. Or I could simplify my life until I only have the essentials and free up time from maintenance for something else. Most people have to make some of these decisions, but not to the extreme that I do. When I decided to celebrate Thanksgiving and my birthday, it took four to five days beforehand devoted to resting and taking care of food and cleaning. Even then, I was knocked out the Sunday and Monday after Thanksgiving and my birthday party. It is ridiculous, and I hate it.

However, hate is an emotion that wastes a lot of energy. In fact, all extreme emotions use up energy. Love, hate, sorrow, anger, all suck the vitality right out of you, so they are best doled out in tiny portions. Bonus: I don\’t have the energy to sweat the small stuff.  It\’s been tremendously hard to wrap my brain around the various labels \’adjusting\’ conjures up: disabled, chronically ill, and malingerer come to mind. Once I get over that, I might be, no, I will be in a better place. If I know this to be true, then why is it proving so difficult?


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One response to “Stalled”

  1. Just found your stories and have never done this… I say never done this, meaning replying to anything related to “on line”… I, too, have lyme. I suppose that I’ve come to reality that it’s become part of me. I’m not so opposed to walking around ‘high’ dazed and confused, like I’m on drugs, obviously I have no drugs in me….haha… Nobody will understand unless they too have Lyme. I, too, have decided to go natural remedies instead of ‘doctor ways’..
    I have days that are good and days that are horrible. Knees swelling, wrists hurt like they are broken, my back hurts so horribly, whether laying in bed or on a recliner.
    Then, of course you may have those people who have opinions of how “you’re should really get on antibiotics and find a doctor”. I just want to scream at them and tell them to mind their own business.. Like antibiotics will magically cure us!!
    According to your research you obviously know the route and success rate of antibiotics..
    For those of you who don’t know, ANTIBIOTICS are not a solve all….
    We keep up the fight and just keep living ‘day to day’
    Thank you for this inspiration to write..
    Hope today is a ‘well’ day…..

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