Medicine, Y U No Work?

     If you're one of the precious few followers of this blog (and bless your bones for that,) then you know I have Lyme Disease.  Or "The Lymes," as I like to call it.  I was just diagnosed a couple of months ago, even though there's no telling how long I've had it.  So, I've been taking my medicine like a good little patient, but it's not working!  I had a brief period of respite for one day last week, but that may have just been a placebo effect.  I'm now done with my three week course of antibiotics, and I still feel craptastic.  And this makes me the crankiest of pandas.  I've got an appointment with a rheumatologist Monday, so maybe something else can be done.  But for right now, I think I will just throw myself a pity party.  Does anyone have any cheese that I can have with my whine?

Medic mommy down! 

Lyme in the Coconut

     Good news, everyone!  My Terrible Intercontinental Wasting Disease (my TIC-Weed,) or the illness formerly known as my Terrible Iraqi Wasting Disease, now officially has a name.  One recognized by the AMA (the American Medical Association; not to be confused with MMA, where two guys choke each other out until one of them confesses his love for the other.)  You're never gonna guess what it is!  Not even if you fought your way through the labyrinthine subtext of this post's title.  Go on and guess.  I'll wait.

Here's a hint.

      For those of you who still truly haven't figured out the name of my mystery illness, it is -imaginary drum roll- Lyme Disease!  I have to admit, when I was told that my first test for the Lymes was positive, I was pretty much dumbfounded.  I blame it on all that time spent peeing in the woods.  (I'm looking at you, Army.)  Today, at my VA appointment, I was given a for realsies diagnosis.  No more of this, "well, it could be" or "has anyone every suggested."  I finally have a real name for my real disease!  One that is absolutely not just in my head, as I was starting to fear it to be.
     Now, that I have a diagnosis, there is still a long road down which I must drag my nether regions.  But, at least I've actually found the road, instead of just running through the woods all willy nilly.  (Which I have been known to do.  Hence the fact that I now have Lyme Disease.)  So, yay for baby steps!  And for those who wish to know, Lyme Disease does, in fact, blow super hard.  So wear bug spray.

This is my new mascot, Lyme Kitty.  Lyme Kitty does not tolerate bullshit.  If I wasn't allergic to real life kitties, then Lyme Kitty would be my very best friend, and I would take her with me wherever I went.