If you follow my Thursday posts, you know that I have been diagnosed with chronic Lyme and am currently being treated for it with large amounts of antibiotics. And if you’ve been reading my weekly updates, you know that I’ve been struggling with keeping those meds down.
I have to take them on an empty stomach and sometimes, they just don’t sit well.
On Saturday night, Marc and some friends of ours went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show at a local theater. The movie started at 10 and wasn’t going to be over until about 12. Knowing this, I had planned my dinner before the movie and then only had a drink at the theater to ensure my stomach would be empty when I took the meds at 11:00 p.m.
At about 11:20 p.m. I knew I was in trouble. I started salivating (a sure sign) and my stomach started rolling. I started getting *that* feeling at the bottom of my throat.
Oh no, I thought to myself, as I looked around at the audience dressed up like characters from the movie and throwing props around, I think I’m going to lose it at the movies.
I glanced at the aisles, hoping to find a quick escape and hoping even more that if I didn’t make it, someone would think that either 1. I’m just another Saturday night drunk, or 2. This is performance art at its best.
By concentrating on the movie and staying v-e-r-y still, I was able to make it to the end.
But then came the car ride home.
Please, I prayed, no red lights, no car accidents along the way. Please let there be no delays. Marc wanted to talk, I replied in close-mouthed replies.
“That was fun.”
“Um-hum”
“What a mess everyone made in the theater.”
“Um-hum.”
Marc fed me a peppermint (we keep an emergency stash in the car for just this reason) and I sat still and concentrated on my driving and the music while I played the ultimate game of chicken.
People smile and tell me I’m the lucky one,
(don’t throw up)
And we’ve only just begun.
(don’t throw up)
Think I’m gonna have a son.
(don’t throw up)
He will be like she and me, as free as a dove,
Conceived in love.
Sun is gonna shine above.
(please let it shine down on me)
By the grace of a kind and generous God, I was able to make it all the way to our driveway at which point, I immediately stepped out of the car and re-christened our driveway once again. (pregnant 6 times, remember?)
“Boy, you’re good,” said my husband, clearly impressed at my herculean abilities.
Yeah, well, what can I say, except that practice makes perfect.
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Thank you all for your comments and discussion. I read every single reply and find much value in your experiences.
Disclaimer, this is an account of my Lyme symptoms and treatment, it is not intended to be used in the treatment of anyone’s condition. Please consult and work with your physician if you think you may have Lyme.
Let me know if you have any questions about my Lyme symptoms and/or treatment, if I don’t have the answer, I’ll find someone who does.
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