You may find it hilarious to know that while I was learning the ins and outs of blogging on google.com for my brand new Lyme treatment blog on this Tuesday evening, I forgot to actually take the medicine I was blogging about.
I took Dose #2 50 minutes late, shortly after a 20 minute lecture from my husband telling me not to obsess about this blog thing the way I always obsess about new projects. I asked him if there was something in particular he wanted me to do besides blog while I sit down on this, my first treatment day for Lyme Disease, a day I have long awaited. Was he asking me to spend time with him? He said no. He just didn't want me to go overboard. He was just trying to save me from missing out on life like all those other times I stayed up late doing something I found interesting. Just like I always warn him when he watches too mutch tv. I asked him if he thought that being musical director for a play or writing about my experiences or figuring out our financial plan for the next several years are the same as watching tv. He said he didn't want to talk to me as I was obviously in a mood, and went to watch television.
Don't get me wrong. There were many years that I would have scraped and apologized and shaped up in response to comment like that. I'm just too tired to not live in the real world anymore. I prefer that my eggs be in many baskets, and I let God distribute the weight evenly. What was that scripture about worry? Today has enough of its own. Listen, people will always try to pass their worry on to you, usually in the same sentence that they profess to love you. Let them keep it. I like my eggs scrambled anyway.
Incidentally, one of the coinfections Dr. Lyme Specialist talked to me about is called babesiosis. It's a parasite that can cause sleeplessness and obsessive compulsive type problems. "Tired, but wired." My husband has a point, but he uses it as a spear instead of a flashlight. One thing I've learned while watching people from my chair: if you want to illuminate someone's heart, you have to beam at them.
Survey: Have you ever thrown a spear because you forgot to recharge your batteries?
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