While it seemed like the thing to do at the time, counting the pills in the bottle of antibiotics (abx) should have told me if I’d already taken my dose on Saturday. Counted the pills, counted the days from which it was prescribed. Took pill.
Only problem is that I remembered the wrong starting day! What followed was the most wretched night of my days battling Lyme Disease. Continuous noxious symptoms followed for 10 hours from about 10:00 p.m. to 8:00 a.m. in the morning. Actually watched the womens’ marathon at the Olympics in London, LIVE!
Couldn’t get up or move but twice; the consequences would be too great. Moving increased the degree of symptoms or triggered them. Dang! Just rode it out. When Steve got up for church, I took 1 1/2 doses of a drug that makes you relax. I had to get some sleep. I was out within 15 minutes. Woke up 5 hours later, stunned, lost, and without noxious symptoms except for the sharp headache. I’d made it through another episode.
Might be a good thing in the end. Another person I know with Lyme had a bad reaction to antibiotics that lasted for an 2 intense days. Turns out it knocked the disease down measurably. So I’ll hope for the same result.
In less than 2 weeks, I’ll take the definitive IGenx test for a pretty $1100+ out of pocket. My Lyme Literate Doctor says it’s time. We’ve already had important findings from the energy testing and CD-57 blood test; all results from traditional labs have been negative, however. That’s probably because the spirochete/bacteria aren’t in my blood. They are in my nervous system and other tissues. There isn’t an assay for that. My clinical presentation matches that of ILADS for Lyme and its co-infections. So with the course of antibiotics for a recent illness and mix-up that happened on Saturday, there will likely be antigens in my system from killing bugs. That’s why there are herxheimer symptoms, or die-off from the bacterial toxins. So there. Take that you stealth beasts. Maybe this episode is a Divine intervention? All I have to do is hold on for the ride as I take the remaining abx for 5 days.
Isn’t that like a life with Jesus Christ? He doesn’t promise us a rosy path. He promises that he will be with us now and till the end of the earth, for those who love Him and call Him Lord (“and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.” Matthew 28:20) And in the Bible when the disciples screamed for their lives as their ship tossed on stormy seas, He was there and intervened as would show His majesty and strength (Luke 8:22-25). He wanted to build their faith in Him, Lord over all creation. He is my Lord and Savior too when I am tossing and turning, screaming utterances of distress. Looks like this will be a temporary setback as most crises in life are actually. Eventually at some level we heal, adapt, grow, become stronger, and marvel at the journey He designed for us to bring us more than we could have ever dreamed. Often the “waves” are smaller than we realize, eh?
So I must choose to believe this. I trust in Jesus. He has proven His love for me so many times before in crisis and this is no different. Looks a little different sometimes, sure.