Just a bid ole vent..
I know that sounds horrible. It's not the name that I want, it's the acceptance. I want to it to be understood how horrible his disease makes you feel. I'm sick of people that thinking that this "hard to get and easy to cure".
I was one of those people before I got sick. I heard of Lyme and knew it was in my area. I knew that you needed to go to the doctor if you got a rash and they would give you antibiotics. I knew that it would make you feel crappy for a few weeks. I had NO idea that it could do THIS to people....
I've been badgered by friends all morning to do things with them. And I just simply can't. They figure I'm a flake.. I wish that were true! I struggled to get ready to go anyway, just in case by some miracle I began to feel better. I took the shower that made me feel worse, brushed the hair that is falling out in handfuls, choked back the puke as I brushed my teeth.. Just those simple things wiped me out completely. I started to pass out before I gave in and told them absolutely not, I can't leave my house. I took my blood pressure and yet again saw scary numbers. I focused on my 2 year old son playing innocently as the room faded black...
As I started to feel better and regained my focus the tears started pouring. It wasn't even a choice of whether or not I wanted to cry. My face wasn't crying, the tears were just there. How could I try to go to that stupid babyshower alone with my son if I'm passing out with him at home? Why do I even try? At what point will I accept this disease for what it is and stop trying to pretend that I'm normal? How far do I push myself before I completely fall off the edge? Am I dying? Becuase this doesn't feel like living....
I remember what it feels like to be alive and well. I remember what it's like to not think twice about
going to check the mail. I also remember what it feels like to notice I need more eggs, pull my shoes on, hop in my car with my son and go get some darn eggs! I feel like my life has been taken away from me. My body is a torture chamber. I try and ignore the pain in my body, the fuzziness that once was a very clear, smart thinking brain.. But it continues to prove to be relentless.
When you have Lyme disease, no one understands what you go through on a daily basis. If you have a more accepted disease, people love to hear about
it. With Lyme you have to fight for yourself when you feel like you got hit by a truck. With a more accepted disease everyone flocks to your aid and your only job is to be sick and heal. How does this happen?? And why??
I hope that whoever is benefiting from our suffering as Lyme patients gets this disease. I hope that they get denial letters from their insurance. I hope they feel hopeless. Maybe that is the only way things will ever change. I know I didn't understand until I had it myself.... That might make me an evil person but I don't care. They don't care about
me either.
Post Edited (IHL) : 10/26/2014 7:41:59 PM (GMT-6)