“Always speak politely to an enraged dragon.”
~ Steven Brust, Jhereg
It’s after 3am. An odd time to be posting a blog. Still. I’m wide awake.
I might as well stay up now so that I can do my morning meditate soon, as is my daily practice.
It’s been one of those nights. The kind of night I’ve not had for a while. I guess Lyme wanted to remind me…
So I’ve lain awake all night, staring at the ceiling, roaming the house, trying whatever remedies I have to tame this pain beast. My body aches. Electricity arches down my limbs, and stabs behind my eyes. It feels as if someone has lodged an ice-pick in my skull and is twisting it violently. Random pain assails me. But it’s okay. I am becoming quite skilled as a Lyme Dragon Whisperer.
I’ve not quite got the dosage right on my latest drugs and herbs yet. Which include, of course, the dreaded Drug Number Four. Once again it’s giving me grief, and yet I know that the pain is bacteria dying, so I’m celebrating even as I want to scream. (I won’t though – too dramatic and it will wake Ben and the dogs!)
I’m hoping to slip back to bed after my meditation. I’m hoping that the meditation will take enough of an edge off, and combined with my massive exhaustion I’ll just fall right asleep.
Fingers crossed, hey?
Meanwhile I’m going to fly the night sky, and send you all some healing. I might as well be useful for something. Anyway, when I’m in that meditation place I am free of my body and its limitations. The pain is gone. It gives delicious respite.
Okay. I’m ready now.
I’ll see you in your dreams. Know that you are loved. xoxo
