Posted 11/6/2017 6:07 PM (GMT 0)
I just need to vent if I'm being completely honest. Since getting diagnosed with Lyme and co-infections I was able to begin treatment about 2 months ago. I will say I have felt quite a bit more crappy, increase in fatigue, nasuea, pain, most symptoms in general. Which I know I should expect, especially after my severe herx earlier this year when I was prescribed 2 very strong antbx for other things. Yet many times per week I am innundated with the same question: Are you feeling better? Which is sweet at first glance, but tiring to have this conversation 4 times a week, or in the case of my mother, calling twice a day for any report of improvements. For me personally, I begin to feel less understood, perhaps annoyed, and a sense that I let others down. It's hard not to feel this way really. For no one but myself could beg to feel better any day I awake, knowing we all want that great news, thinking some of your old self could peek out and greet you. To have a single day with less fatigue is probably my biggest wish. Yet the bad news is always bad news to give, and the reactions fall into the same catagories. Silence. That one stings. As though I am throwing a pity party, or it's simply not what they want to hear. Standard literature would bring many to believe that I should be cured as of last month, and if one is a healthcare worker, or decides to employ Google, it seems as though I am a hypochondriac. Another reaction is crying. Pure sadness as you see the tears in their eyes, or hear a break in their voice. You want to hug them close, and show them comfort, while the sadness eats you a little. That's when guilt tends to settle into my bones, and pretend maybe today isn't quite so bad. God forbid you answer truthfully to the many who ask without wanting an actual answer! That gets akward fast! We all want to say how are you, and get a Im fine in response. This answer is simply rude to them ha ha. There have been the rare few who delve deeper into the medical side, wanting some education on the matter, which I find the be an interesting conversation, exhuasting, but interesting and nice to talk about once you've spent so long doing research in your deep fog. The best and most rare response is when someone can lend dark humor to the situation, and I only wish all the people who ask would do this. Knowing me all my life, I'd much prefer to laugh at a down point than lick my wounds and shove it in others faces as a woe is me. I find myself looking back on others who had chronic illness and me asking too many times if they were feeling better, and it makes me cringe. Wishing I could've understood more and actually said something different.
Well, thanks anyone for listening to my venting and rambling. I was called lazy today for trying to sleep as long as possible, and needed to vent so as not to scream lol.