Someone asked me the other day how I was feeling. I responded that Lyme's is like Forrest Gump's mama's "box of chocolates."
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You really have no idea what you are going to get when you wake up in the morning. That particular day I had tossed aside my 3 days of a migraine with vertigo and instead took a huge bite out of stabbing nerve pain with extreme exhaustion. I actually worked that day, and what I mean by "worked" is I woke up at 8am but answered emails and text messages in bed from my phone until 10am. Stumbled downstairs and wrote up an offer on my tablet in between making coffee and putting together a high-fat, amino acid loaded smoothie. It was noon by then and I had to show property at 4pm.
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Four. Dern. Hours. Ugh....what to do. Most people would think that is beyond ample time. To someone with a chronic condition, that means half the day has already ticked down and you are still unshowered and in your pajamas. Dragged myself upstairs, knowing I had 2 choices for inflammation reduction and increased energy: 45 minutes in my sauna followed by a lukewarm shower and a short nap, or a 30 minute epsom salt soak followed by a longer nap. I elected the soak-nap combo as both options involved bathing but I needed the longer nap. Magnesium wipes you out in such doses.
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Woke up relatively refreshed at 2pm. Ok. Must grab lunch, get ready, answer calls and emails, and leave half an hour to get to my appointment on time. In the meantime, during my nap, my clients had added on another property they wanted to see. Executive decision was made to throw my hair up in a ponytail to cut out a few minutes and choose an outfit I may have worn the day before but don't really remember because it was a Migraine Day, but felt it would be OK since I didn't see these clients yesterday.
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Arrived on time, plastered a smile on my face because who wants a whiney Realtor? I sat or stood around a bit more than normal. Didn't have the energy to climb stairs at each house we viewed. Still painful. Still tired. But I did the job my clients hired me to do. Canceled plans for a girl's night dinner with a fellow ginger. Because who wants to hang out with a whiney ginger? Finally got home after what felt like a Gilgameshian trek (in reality was only 2 hours), warmed up leftovers (who knows how long they had been in the fridge) went to bed at 9pm.
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You really have no idea what you are going to get when you wake up in the morning. That particular day I had tossed aside my 3 days of a migraine with vertigo and instead took a huge bite out of stabbing nerve pain with extreme exhaustion. I actually worked that day, and what I mean by "worked" is I woke up at 8am but answered emails and text messages in bed from my phone until 10am. Stumbled downstairs and wrote up an offer on my tablet in between making coffee and putting together a high-fat, amino acid loaded smoothie. It was noon by then and I had to show property at 4pm.
Four. Dern. Hours. Ugh....what to do. Most people would think that is beyond ample time. To someone with a chronic condition, that means half the day has already ticked down and you are still unshowered and in your pajamas. Dragged myself upstairs, knowing I had 2 choices for inflammation reduction and increased energy: 45 minutes in my sauna followed by a lukewarm shower and a short nap, or a 30 minute epsom salt soak followed by a longer nap. I elected the soak-nap combo as both options involved bathing but I needed the longer nap. Magnesium wipes you out in such doses.
Woke up relatively refreshed at 2pm. Ok. Must grab lunch, get ready, answer calls and emails, and leave half an hour to get to my appointment on time. In the meantime, during my nap, my clients had added on another property they wanted to see. Executive decision was made to throw my hair up in a ponytail to cut out a few minutes and choose an outfit I may have worn the day before but don't really remember because it was a Migraine Day, but felt it would be OK since I didn't see these clients yesterday.
Woke up today with the hand tremor-numb feet bon bon but it somehow tastes sweeter than the migraine-infused vertigo wrapped in inflammed nerve exhaustion. Infinitely preferred to the brain-fog slow-to-no recall nougat that just gets stuck in your teeth. And that's all I gotta say about that!
