Anyone get the plate of the truck that hit me?

I'm tired. I just added the third and last antibiotic to my regimen and right on schedule, its thrown me for a loop. I'm wicked tired. too tired to write so I'll just leave you with this very good video. Please ignore the large Haliburton Banner...Its a documetnary on Lyme



Goddess, I love copy and paste.

Dental work done

For the first time in twenty years, I don't have any ongoing dental work. This is amazing. Who knew that dental fractures (breaking teeth) were a symptom of Lyme disease? I have enough work in my mouth to buy an SUV.

Anyway, I don't need any work done for at least the next six months. Hooray!

Holiday's over

For the latter half of Feb and the beginning of March I took a "drug holiday". This meant that I quit taking the antibiotics I was on to get an idea of what my new baseline is when I'm not experiencing immunopathology (fancy word for feeling like shit because my immune system is trying to clean up rotting microbial corpses). New baseline is very, very good.

However I started back on my meds on March 20th. Right on time I'm experiencing inflammation and that fluish-someone-turned-the-gravity-up fatigue. My fingers hurt and I want to crawl into a hole and sleep for a week.

Next scheduled drug holiday is June. I'm settling into a six weeks on, two weeks off kind of schedule. We'll see how it goes. What's comforting to my little scientific mind is that this has become predicable and reproduceable.

I'm not nearly as sick as this time last year, so I'm very grateful for that. In my mind, I have shifted from suffering from Lyme Disease to recovering from it. This makes a huge difference.

Sad

My goat finally kidded on Friday. Two perfect little baby does. They were vigorous and seemed to be nursing well. They did fine with the temperature Friday night and were fine all day yesterday. This morning when I went out to feed and check on everyone, both kids were dead.
Poor mama goat was so sad. She kept licking them, trying to make them get up and nurse.

For a few minutes I sat with the babies on my lap and just keened. Its so unfair.

Yeah, yeah, shit happens and life isn't fair and all that, but I wish the Universe would cut me a break for awhile.

Happy Ostara

In the pagan calender, its the festival of Ostara today. I plan to make crepes with my fresh chicken eggs and eat chocolate bunnies with my family this weekend.

Happy Holidays all.

Really Slow Food

I'm sugaring this week. This involves tapping some 20 or so trees, collecting a gallon of sap, give or take, from each tree daily and boiling it down to 1/32 of its original volume. Out of 15 gallons of sap yesterday, I got a little less than a quart of syrup. Liquid gold!

Its peaceful. Just me and the dog watching water boil. For eight hours or so.

We got the meat from our goat last week--it needs to hang for 10 days like lamb does, so when you take it to the slaughter house, you don't actually get it back for at least two weeks. Add the time it takes to raise the kid to market weight and you actually end up with the better part of a year before you can have your chevon. But I just made the BEST dumplings out of the ground meat.

Almost all the chickens have started laying again. Lovely brown eggs with intense yellow yolks.

I love spring.

What the heck is a dramady?

Alec Baldwin is making a comedy.

About Lyme disease.

I don't know whether to be confused, amused, or appalled.

Okay, perhaps its one of those gallows humor types of things where the humor is used to help deal with the true awfulness of the affliction. Sort of MASH type humor. Or Heathers (Yeah, I'm old)

I don't care much for comedies except the very blackest anyway (this is common among EMT's).

Unfortunately I don't have that much hope or trust. Here's a synopsis I found:

A retro piece taking place in late '70s Long Island, the coming-of-age project focuses on "two families who fall apart when precarious relationships, real estate problems, and Lyme disease converge in the heart of suburbia."

I dunno, it sounds a little tacky to me. I fear that Lyme disease will be treated as either a bad cold or as a hypochondriacal complaint.

Lest you think me too sensitive, replace the phrase Lyme disease with the word Cancer and see how that sentence reads:

A retro piece taking place in late '70s Long Island, the coming-of-age project focuses on "two families who fall apart when precarious relationships, real estate problems, and Cancer converge in the heart of suburbia."

Yeah, that sounds pretty tacky.