I love Lyme Disease for the little things: you can start a blog post on February 15, and come back to it again more than a week later to find that absolutely everything you wrote about your symptoms has changed so dramatically that you words seem comical in hindsight. The below paragraphs give you an idea of my thoughts of last week...
"If you live in Victoria, I'm actually Joking, with a Capital 'J'. More torrential showers and driving winds to look forward to. Yay.
But I'm feeling a bit better. Oh dare I say it? I don't want to tempt the Organ Gods. Because right now my pancreas is feeling pretty chill (And I just ate some almond butter. That's right. take that, Pancreas.), I'm hoping I won't have any more kidney-stone showers (play nice now you two), and my stomach doesn't feel like there's a hole being burnt in it and no weird heart-burn. :) My hair might still be falling out, and I'm not sleeping BUT. I mean, I'm practically ready to TGIF with a margarita & a voluntary all-night-er (ah…insomnia jokes. never gets old)."
Well my squishy bit's are okay, but this week it's been all about infections. Oh boy! No complaints from the abdominal cheap-seats. But the white blood cells are in the top box and enjoying the glory of their multitude. Whiskey tango foxtrot?! Well when my arm started really hurting and green goo began leaking from the site of my PICC line, one supposes an infection brew-eth. The 3 witches from 'Macbeth' have nothing on that gunk…I mean a fillet of a fenny snake? eye of newt? toe of frog?... come ON. So last millennia. All I'm saying is Crayola won't be interested in those colour names. (But if I could just think of the perfect shade for this green goo - it's certainly an original shade & unique origin - I'd be hired!)
It's been awhile since my immune system put up a good fight in any sense of the words. My white and sometimes red blood cells & neutrophils are most often low. But since they're hovering at the high range of normal, in my body that indicates that they're jedi-fighting off an infection. Boo-ya! The immune system is just way too much fun to personify. I'm feeling crappy, and a little fever-y and shake-y and ache-y, but it's not catching.
I think I am getting a sore throat though. Or it's my picc line poking in my chest. I guess we'll see. I have been making some amazing raw truffles packed with protein and *almost* sugar free. I'm working on crafting a perfect recipe, so stay tuned ;).