“My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover’s croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I’ll make you, don’t resist, remember how you moan with pleasure the instant we touch…..”
~ Lynne Sharon Schwartz, Fatigue Artist
It had to happen.
I’ve been travelling so well these past weeks. Feeling almost normal, almost human, almost well.
And then I began to herx. That thing Lyme sufferers do when the bacteria inside you die off with a flourish, dumping toxins and misery into your systems.
Herxing is a good thing – it means that all of these wretched pathogens are being slaughtered by my heavy-duty drug regime and shall bother me no more. Once I get past their death throes…
So I went to bed on Saturday afternoon, and am only emerging now, on
Monday (hahaha, have just been pointed out that I’ve missed a whole extra day!) Tuesday morning after a fever-soaked delirious haze of agony. I’m wrung out and I feel like I’ve been run over by a bulldozer, but weirdly, I’m happy.
My mind is clear, and I can feel a huge shift. I’m crossing off more of that Lyme Load on my return to health. And I’m ready for a drug re-adjustment, which shall happen at my doctors’ meeting next Monday.
We’ll return to normal blogging tomorrow. Right now, I’m taking my cup of tea and going back to bed.
Much love to you all, Nicole xx