“What does not kill me, makes me stronger.”
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
I had intended a different post for this morning, but I have an eyeball problem. I’ve been on my Lyme drugs, well the first of them anyway, for a month now, and they are doing strange things to me.
All night, apart from the ‘normal’ sensations of insects crawling on my skin, deep stabbing pains in strange places, and nausea, I have had a feeling not unlike someone stabbing my left eyeball with a toasting fork, and then slowly roasting it over a fire.
My left ear is also on fire, and intermittently stabby. What joy.
I have devised a three point management plan depending on whether this escalates into totally untolerable. Plan A: Right now I’m sitting with a damp warm cloth tied over the offending eyeball, hiding it from the light and trying to reduce my pain. I shall soon lie in a darkened room and hope it goes away. Plan B: If it stays this painful ring Doctor when their rooms open. Plan C: If I can’t stand it, or it gets any worse get a friend to drive me to the hospital.
These Lyme bacteria invade everywhere. Organs, tissues, cells. They colonise and have parties, they multiply and and they invite their friends. Some of these critters have set up home in my eye, and now they’re unhappy because my drugs have found them.
It’s making me quite grumpy. Quite grumpy indeed. And stubborn. As I swill this morning’s drugs I have quite the attitude.
“Die, you miserable pathogens, die!” I want to shout. I am not shouting though. My eye is sensitive to noise, I think.
Now I shall lie down and dream of being a fearsome female pirate, sailing a Lyme Green Sea, and killing all the things…