This is how I have felt for the last six weeks. This is what Lyme can do to a person. I had no desire to get off the couch. I needed to sleep at least 12 hours per day. I had a lot of pain through the neck and back. Dinner? Bring it home. Cleaning the stalls? Tomorrow. Posting a blog? Not necessary.
I simply could not perform the usual tasks, even if I was asked to do them. The medicine tastes terrible, and does really nasty stuff to my digestive tract. I have very strange neurological symptoms. I now have an extra dose of empathy for the EPM horse. Now I more fully understand the plight of the diseased horse.
My doctor couldn’t diagnose it. The initial bad flu symptoms were taken as viral meningitis. The Lyme test came back negative, even though I had classic symptoms with a rash. The wait to see a specialist is more than two months. I found out there is more than one recognized course of treatment for Lyme. I got caught in the politics of Lyme, without even knowing it. Sound like EPM? It ought to.
I’m feeling somewhat better now, and will try to keep up with the blog. Absinthe will play into my story. Fudge’s story has a new chapter…