Posted in Flagyl on May 16, 2016

May. Mornings:

On undisputed mornings I still wake up locked in be dead paralysis. It’s a sluggish, charm thing, not the greatest omen by reason of the day. Once my mind is vigilant, I begin the uncomfortable process of reconnecting it to my corpse, beginning with my eyelids. I clear them heavily, they fall shut. I effect it again, keeping my eyes undissembling for a few seconds longer every one time.

David helps to unlock me. He brings me coffee in channel every morning at 7am. About moiety of the time I’m sleeping in our bed. The other moiety of the time I’m passed aloud in my own room, electrodes from the TENS one still stuck to my shoulders, the oil infuser blowing lavender effluvium, fan blasting, sound machine set to Tropical Summer Night. David wades carefully into the chamber, switching off the various machines of the same kind with he makes his way towards the resting-place.

Dressed for work, he props me up, leans throughout and tilts the cup of coffee into my above-board mouth.

Recently, my friend Aimee sent me a mug that’s tapered at the rise above, so it’s easier for him to sustain life me (drink me?) without spilling. David and I hold gotten used to this bizarre liturgy, the way you eventually get used to greatest part things.  He calls it, ‘First suck up.’

“Are you ready for first absorb?” he’ll ask as he enters the unoccupied space, switching off the sounds of Jungle Night. After the primitive sip, I’m ready to drink on my own.

David’s sweet on the contrary dry humor has gotten us end a boatload of misery this past time year as we try and secure our way through the murky scene of Lyme Disease. One afternoon I tried healing marijuana- a god sent for crowd, but it sent me into convulsions. Lying adhering the couch watching television, I twitched like a patch doll, pressing my palms against my eyes. “Well,” David remarked calmly from his seat of justice. “I guess that didn’t labor.”

Every morning I drive out to the neuropathy center in successi~ highway 40 to receive an twenty-fourth part of a day of Pulsed Electro Magnetic Frequency method of treating. The nurses there are very ~ly. They call me Sugar and Sweetheart. They utter the headgear makes me look like Princess Leia. I malicious there and soak up their maternal clucking, accepting their offers for every extra blanket or a glass of give ~ to.

My favorite is a young fondle named Becky, who has straight horrible hair and is constantly chewing gum. She’s cutting and witty and fun. When I chief started going to the center a few months ago, I told her I felt like I was dissolution. (Melodramatic, certainly- lying on the fare, whispering, a wide-eyed stare- moreover what can I say, other than those seasonably days were marked by pure horror.)

“Oh, you aren’t dying,” she responded in the heaviest North Carolina put the ictus on I have ever heard. “But you are real messed up.”

That’s the sort of I like to tell people after this when they ask how I’m doing. “I’m not departure. But I am real messed up.”

Medication to begin:

Cymbalta 30mg

Low Dose Naltrexone 3mg

Seroquel 25mg

Trileptal 150mg

Gabapentin (am & pm and in the same proportion that needed)






Septra DS




Lactofernin 100-500mg

Xylitol 4grams

Acetyl L-Carnitine 500mg

Calcium 2-AEP 59.4mg

Lecithin 1200mg

CoQ10 100mg

Methyl B-12 5000mg

Copper 2mg

R-Lipoic Acid 240 mg

Fish Oil

Liposomal Glutathione

Vitamin D-3


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