Hello Spoonies and “Happy” Awareness Month,
I’m sure you’ve seen all sorts of series entitled “Shit (Random Group of People) Say.” I even wrote a post called “Shit Doctors Say.” What about the things we don’t say? For example:
My apartment has a “supplement graveyard” of things that didn’t work and things I stopped using because my doctor wanted me to switch things up. Can anyone relate?
This one is for everyone who found out they had Lyme disease, watched Under Our Skin or read Cure Unknown by Pamela Weintraub, and thought, “Seriously? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!” Some other Lyme book recommendations: Lyme: The First Epidemic of Climate Change by Mary Beth Pfeiffer and Bitten by Kris Newby. (I’m still near the beginning of both—thanks, brain fog.)
If I only walk on concrete for the rest of my life, I’ll be happy. Ticks don’t jump—they hang out on blades of grass with their legs outstretched, waiting to attach themselves to the next unlucky passerby. Make sure you coat your shoes with your repellent of choice, because ticks like to crawl onto your feet, shimmy up your legs, and find a warm spot to sink their teeth into (often the groin or armpit). After they attach, the ticks begin feeding on your blood and transmitting the infections they carry. Lovely, right?
Remove attached ticks with straight tweezers, following these instructions. Send the ticks to a lab, so you know what they’re infected with (besides Lyme, ticks can transmit multiple coinfections and viruses). Lyme Warrior has a list of labs.
This one needs no explanation. Ah, lovely gluteny memories…
I’m having some hand-and-neck issues so I’m not sure when “Shit Lymies Don’t Say, Part Two” is going to be finished. Please send healing thoughts to my neck—it’s unhappy. ☹️
Wishing everyone a low-symptoms day and a good rest of the month.