And So the Journey Continues

My last blog was all about the discovery that I have Lyme and my plan to document the journey, wherever it leads me.  So, here I am today, feeling frustrated with the level of pain and general malaise in my body and my complete inability to do a thing about it.  I am still anxiously waiting for the herbs and herbal tinctures that I've ordered to arrive and  I'm taking my antibiotic religiously. (Which, now that I am in the third week, is causing a rather annoying fungal infection - oh, JOY!)

My Journey With Lyme

My journey with Lyme began a little over a month ago - quite recent compared to some horror stories which I've heard about.  It all began with a tick, as Lyme journeys are wont to do, which is ironic when you consider the fact that I am a serious creepy-crawlyphobe.  I'd give it a real scientific name, but it's not as simple as arachnophobia or insectophobia, so let's just leave that at that.

At any rate, the irony is, I was dressed to fend off the unwanted beasties.  My socks were long and tight on my calves; my pants were elastic at the ankles. I had my shirt tucked into my pants, and long sleeves on.