Posted 5/2/2013 6:11 AM (GMT 0)
I know, it's terrible when you can't even say with confidence that you have Lyme. You're just sitting there, somewhat convinced, but not sure, struggling to figure out what's wrong with you by going to a handful of different, useless, skeptical doctors while having barely any of your family backing you up, being just as skeptical as the doctors, and not having the money to pay for the care you need. It's just.. hell, guys. I know I shouldn't be so quick to give up, but I really don't have many other options. I can't afford an LLMD, I have no rich relatives, the ones I do have are so.. in disbelief that there's even anything wrong with me (they're just like the doctors - it's all in your head, you're just sad, you need to get out more, blah blah blah). No one gets how.. badly I need help, how my life is dangling over the edge. Most days, I just want it to be over, and.. atm, there's only one way I know of to achieve that.. death. What am I supposed to do, get a bullcrap, minimum wage job to pay the thousands of dollars I need to get treated? Impossible. I can't function around people like that anymore, I have no energy (these past couple days of being forced to help were.. agonizing..), and.. my body and mind are in ruins. It's weird, 'cause.. sometimes, I can talk through text, but hardly at all out loud. It never comes out right. Anyway, yeah, get a 9 - 5 job or whatever and bust my sick ass to get a puny paycheck to.. attempt to scrape by while more than likely falling short? I've heard it's very expensive, huh? Nah, just not possible, so.. I'm probably just going to end up dying. What fight I had in me got spent struggling to be properly tested, which I've come to find out from the guy who recommend the $600 test that it might not even be.. revealing (the western blot), just so people would know that I had Lyme disease before I died, and not judge me like, "wow, why couldn't he just cheer up - he didn't have to kill himself," and crap like that. No one understands. My grandma just came and told me to take some ****ing tylenol. Hahahahahahahhahaahhahahshsjdjsjshdhsbsnanananxndjsjahsjajsjsjnssnnsjsjzhzsjjsjsjahahaahhaahahahahahah! :D, isn't my life grand!? (Sarcasm)
Sorry if some of you are upset by the profanity. I hope you'll understand, and that this post doesn't get deleted. Please, show some leniency for a... idk.. broken soul, I guess. Thanks again, guys! I'm glad some of you are doin' better. I wish I had the means to be in a position to get some help too. More than that, I wish I had the means to bring more people's attention to this terrible illness, shed the light on how the industry's basically turning their back on people like us while pretending that they know what the **** they're talking about when it comes to Lyme disease and its treatments, and, on top of that, trying to convince people with it that there's nothing wrong with them. It's outright evil, and something's got to be done about it. I don't want to downplay the suffering of people who, say, have cancer, or some brutal disease like that, but this crap (if left to do damage long enough) is one of the worst of them, and hardly no money's going to find a cure, better treatments/testing, or anything, 'cause only a handful of people really understand what it's like, the suffering, and stuff.. while everyone else is being fooled by the devilish industry, and its evil sheep. Sigh, the world is a terrible, terrible place on so many levels, more than can even be imagined, especially when the very people that are supposed to be there to help you are plotting against you. Ha, I read somewhere that the industry likes people with diseases like Lyme, cancer, basically stuff that requires a lot of treatment, 'cause it makes them money, which I can totally see. So.. get this, when I had insurance, I was told that it would cover the cheapest, most unreliable test for Lyme, a titer, or something, and not the most reliable one possible, but they'd give me a $2000 CAT scan just 'cause I told them I was having lots of stuff going on in my head. I mean, that's understandable, for them to have wanted to give me a CAT scan, but the point I'm trying to make is that they'd give me that, but not a reliable form of testing. Why? Because they wanted my crap to get worse and worse so I'd be forced to give them more money for care, expensive tests, and crap. No one truly cares, at least no one in a position of power, someone with the ability to change things. It's all about money, money, money, and we're nothing more than workhorses. Work, work, work, spend, spend, spend, then die. That's all we are to them. I'm sick of it, guys. At this point, I'd almost rather be dead, 'cause.. just looking at the way the world is makes me sick to my stomach, and I see that I'm never gonna be able to get the help I need. It's pointless.
Sorry if I brought anybody down - that wasn't my goal. I just.. wanted to say what I had to say. Thanks for reading.. if you did, thanks for caring.. if you do! I hope you manage to make progress on your roads to recovery and eventually live full, happy lives again. Seriously, best of luck!
As for me, I'm about done. :|, ha, what's funny is that I've been telling my family that I'm going to die, but no one believes me, they just act like I'm joking, being dramatic, or something. They don't get that I'm coming from the bottom of my heart with that ****, and they won't until it actually happens. It's sad.
Dunno, I guess this is my fate. I deserve it.
Cya!