Dan and I decided to head down to San Diego. I had taken a leave of absence from work because I was overwhelmed. The stress of our house burning down in a fire and the rebuild was compounded by this new development, and I knew that I was spread too thin. It has always been hard for me to walk away, and while it was sad, I am proud of my ability to say, "I can't." We left the day after Thanksgiving, a trip that was nearly thwarted by an incredible and overwhelming sense of anxiety. I couldn't sit down at all because I felt so antsy and uncomfortable. It was one of the only times I've ever had the urge to scrub a floor. It's unknown if this was a natural progression of the Lyme or because I had been prescribed Zoloft to deal with the PTSD. It's been posited that SSRIs (selective seratonin reuptake inhibitors) may actually exacerbate Lyme symptoms in some people (many also find them helpful).
That was also the day that the dizziness set in, and it's kept a firm hold on me for over a year. I spent the entire trip in San Diego sleeping. When I wasn't, I was scared. I truly thought I was going to die but was afraid of going to the ER because I didn't want them to think I was crazy. I wish I had gone while in California.
I made a deal with myself that I would make an appointment with my neurologist in January if I was still sick after Christmas. I scheduled an appointment. That week I woke up and felt fine, nearly canceling the appointment to see the doctor. At that point my being dizzy was the biggest issue; it was debilitating and frightening. The symptoms came back strongly the day before I went to see the Dr. It would be the first of many cycles but also the clue that led another doctor to Lyme disease nine months later.
At first I was diagnosed with Benign Positional Vertigo, which is caused by ear crystals shaking loose. The test for this is tilting your head back to see if it gets worse. It did. But the exercises didn't work. So an MRI was ordered. While I passed the muscle tests with the neurologist and chiropractor I was seeing, I dropped things a lot (more than normal), so I worried a lot about MS, especially because I was told that mid to late 20s was typical for age of onset. With every click on the MRI machine I just hoped that I didn't have MS and if I did that the test showed it. I didn't want to be sick, but I also wanted an answer to why I felt so badly.
At the neurologist's office I brought a huge symptom list with me and detailed exactly how and when I got each symptom, which showed a clear cyclical pattern. I had a history of migraines, so my neurologist said it was either migraines or Lyme. I started meds for migraines and physical therapy for my dizziness. I was tested through IGenex and eventually received an official diagnosis from those tests. I also had a yeast problem and probably bartonella.
Every day I feel like I am going to die.
It's pretty difficult to sleep at night when you are afraid that you won't wake up in the morning, leaving your 18-month-old motherless. And in the "capable" hands of your husband who, when it's his night to make dinner, relies on boxed Mac and Cheese. Without me he'd probably revert back to Kraft, leaving organic Annie's behind.
Neurologic disorders are their own beast, I think. The symptoms are literally all in your head, and yet you feel them everywhere. My feet tingle. Sometimes I can't stand the feeling of pants on my legs because my nerves are hyper sensitive. My hands go completely numb some nights. Just a minute ago I was pretty sure that my tongue had stopped working and that maybe I was having a crazy allergic reaction. When I touch the skin of another person, sometimes it feels like it's burning.
I've been to the ER too many times this last year. At first it was chest pain, which was treated with Ativan. Turns out I have chest wall inflammation. Advil was much more helpful than the anxiety drugs, but I'm a woman so must be "crazy." Then I went to a doctor for what felt like the flu in the height of the swine flu outbreak. She listened to my heart, which had become tachycardic. She thought I was having a thyroid storm. Nope. Just Lyme disease. (It would have been helpful to know it was Lyme then.)
Lyme is also extra special because it causes psychiatric changes. Remember IRENE from the Real World? Don't you wish you were my husband? I swing between uncontrollable anger to lying on the floor thinking about death. Suicide is actually the leading cause of death for people with Lyme. When I was first diagnosed and reading about the disease, I couldn't figure out why there were links to suicide prevention lines. I get it now.
And then there's the memory deficits. I've always had a really sharp memory. My mom hates me for it. Pray that your children don't remember every phrase you ever uttered to them! I'm also a word freak and can play some serious Scrabble. But now, I have trouble remembering the word for "countertop" (yep, happened the other day). I don't know how to spell things. And I often just stop in the middle of a conversation unsure of what we were talking about or what I was saying or what I want to say next.
My stomach hurts. My knees ache. I lose my sense of taste sometimes. I can't sleep, and yet I'm profoundly exhausted. I get night sweats. Bright lights bother me. And low lights bother me even more. I feel jittery and can't sit still. But I'm too tired and sore to move. And I constantly feel like I've just gotten off a Tilt-A-Whirl, that's how dizzy I am.
This is my life. I don't tell you this for sympathy. I tell you it because it's real.
Brooke Linville, ID