“She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.”
~ Shannon A. Thompson
Tonight will welcome May’s full moon.
I love a full moon. Unfortunately so does lyme disease. Many lyme sufferers find an acute ramping up of their symptoms in the day or two before a full moon.
Last night was a hell night for me. At the edge of sleep I woke up to that horrid wide-awake place. After which there was pain so bad that sleep, if I could have found it, was out of the question anyway.
Today I am barely functional.
It goes like that sometimes.
I’ll try and catch a nap today, and then brace myself for tonight. Or plan to be awake anyway and have a good book to read, a meditation to do, or some other welcome distraction.
It’s been a long while since I had a night like last night. They used to be a regular thing. So I know I’m improving. Gee, I HAVE improved so much. But lyme disease and its co-infection friends are still reminding me they’re here.
Truth be told I’m a bit over it today. A bit cranky. A bit disgruntled. A bit disappointed because of all the things I’d planned for today that will undoubtedly fall by the wayside now.
On the upside? The moon was beautiful last night, and the air, after all our recent rain, was sweet and cool and earth-scented.
To watch the transit of moon and stars across the dark bowl of the sky was a decent consolation prize.
