Never underestimate the power of a wounded immune system.

Eight years ago I met my hubby online and eventually came to America to see if our physical chemistry would match our online chemistry - it did and after a bit of too and froing I settled here and we eventually married - I am now going through the immigration process, a part of which is a medical. That medical was this past March, I had already been suffering from a mystery illness that was scarring the hell out of me but an immigration medical was no place to discuss it so I went along with their requirements. There was no way I could prove that I was fully up-to-date with all my shots so I had to have them done again. Tetanus, measles, mumps, rubella, the polio test and finally flu. I was so scared that these shots would make my illness worse and they did - three days later I could hardly walk and my arms felt like lead; it felt like I had tournequettes wrapped around my limbs, they were tingling and twitching badly and I felt like I was living on the surface of Jupiter. I have come to believe that because of these unnecessary shots my immune system had to take its eye off the ball and work on the new invaders instead. When my immune system was not fighting the Lyme my body fell apart. I am so grateful that my immune system, tired as it is, is still doing its best to fight the Lyme disease that I was diagnosed with two weeks later. For five days I went through hell but it taught me how strong I really am. I now fully understand the meaning of the word irony - America seems to be doing a lot to protect its citizens from foreign cooties but not a lot to protect them from the cooties that are made in America.