When Day-to-Day Life Slams Into a Brick Wall

byalpsntacos

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8 years ago

I'm at a pivotal point in my life.

I'm only 25. I have 2 bachelor's degrees. About have a year ago, I started a brick-and-mortar business with two very talented and knowledgeable individuals in an industry that has nothing to do with either of my college degrees. In addition, I still have a job that I absolutely love that I have had since I was 16 and I don't plan on leaving! I was recently diagnosed with Lyme Disease, after (presumably) 17 years. And I am happily married. And there's a lot more, but let me not bore you with the rest!

SLAM! My wife and I celebrated our 1st anniversary about half a month ago. We went to a trampoline park and bounced around for a straight two hours. It was a ton of fun! That night, just after midnight... I started to lose my clear thoughts. I couldn't remember what I was doing five minutes ago. I ended up just staring into space. What??

Lyme Disease is about the least fun thing in the world to deal with. All that bouncing around with my wife on trampolines for two hours straight, all that oxygen and exercise, really got to me. I felt great immediately afterwards!

But do you know what (among other things) kills Lyme bacteria? Oxygen. My body became this collection of dead Lyme bacteria. Borrelia, Babesia, Bartonella, and possibly others were being slaughtered left and right by this atomic number 8, Oxygen.

The next thirteen days after that night of fun and celebration with my dear wife, I was on what seemed like a rollercoaster with no end in sight. Slurring speech, wreaking of ammonia, kidney pain, adrenal gland fatigue, possible liver dysfunction, weak muscles, weak joints, slurring speech a little less, short term memory was out the window, slurring speech a little more. It finally started calming down after thirteen days. Thirteen. Days.

For basically half a month—which to me somehow seemed like only three or four days—my day-to-day life slammed into a brick wall. I couldn't do much of anything.

Who am I kidding? I could not do anything at all. Even my appetite was nowhere to be found. My brick-and-mortar business's web site pretty much just stopped being developed dead in its tracks. It snowed one day and my poor wife did all the shoveling herself. I could barely walk to the bathroom or kitchen without becoming exhausted.

The first day I was able, I started catching up on laundry and other chores around our home. Big mistake. I wore myself out beyond were I was in the healing process. This is probably what pushed it to half a month.

The entire time—while my wife, her parents, my parents, and a few others were panicking because they didn't know what they could do to help me—I had this calm feeling and sense that I would be okay. I was going to one doctor or another almost every day. At the very least, I was on the phone with one. But somehow I knew I'd make it through.

And when life as I used to know it from just a couple days ago, I realized half a month had passed. But life moves on.

And that is exactly what I did. I continued where I left off. I got off the rollercoaster right where I got on. I still can't believe it's February already, but life is happening once again!

It's nice to see that brick wall out of the way. :)