These pills I swallow…

I get asked a lot about the treatment for Lyme Disease. The short answer is 4 weeks (minimum) of antibiotics. But that alone isn’t usually enough to clear the infection. The bacteria that causes Lyme Disease is extremely difficult to kill, and gets more difficult the longer you’ve been infected. It typically takes up residence inside cells, and can bore into bone, tissue, nervous system, brain… basically anywhere it wants to avoid the detection of your immune system.

A good Lyme doctor will work with you to get your whole body as healthy and supported as possible, decreasing “total body load” so that your immune system can focus its attention on seeking out and killing the Lyme bacteria. This is where things get a little more complicated (and why a Lyme-literate doctor is imperative), because everyone reacts to Lyme differently. Sure, there are a handful of symptoms that most people with Lyme will experience at some point–but beyond that, the symptoms can vary wildly. It can cause any manner of physical, mental, or emotional ailments. And, further complicating things, any individual’s list of symptoms will change throughout the course of the disease and treatment. A Lyme-literate doctor will assess your particular symptoms and recommend supplements, dietary changes, and lifestyle changes–along with antibiotics (most likely)–to best address your particular circumstances.

I thought I’d share my personal treatment plan as an example, partly because I get asked so often and partly because I have a very minimal understanding of the concept called “too much information.”

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She who has the most pills in her purse wins

On free Slurpee day (7/11), I went to urgent care with a mysteriously swollen right knee. It had started bothering me the day before, but both my knees have been a little wonky since my days of forcing my turn out and jumping higher than my infuriatingly shallow plié could support (like a good little ballerina), so I initially didn’t pay it much attention. But when it quickly escalated to the point of near immobility and was accompanied by a blinding headache and dizzy spells, I thought perhaps some sort of  THING was happening. 

And as anyone with an Internet connection and a list of symptoms knows, THINGS are never good.

And that’s how I found myself in urgent care. And then, a week later, on the phone getting my lab results. Lyme Disease.

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DIY: Natural Honey Face Wash

Sometimes I smear honey on my face. Some people seem to believe this is a strange thing to do, but those people are wrong. It’s an amazing thing to do. Here’s why:

  • Honey gently removes dirt and impurities from your skin without removing the skin’s natural oils.
  • Honey has natural antibacterial properties that calm inflammation and help clear and prevent blemishes.
  • Honey is hygroscopic, which means that it absorbs the moisture in the air, and helps skin stay hydrated.
  • Honey is a good source of antioxidants, helping to neutralize free-radicals on the skin.
  • The slight acidity of honey promotes tissue healing and regeneration.

In short: it makes your skin all glowy and super soft. (And tasty, I suppose, for as long as it’s actually on your face.)

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40 Days of Yoga, True Selves, and No Fear

I am participating in a 40-Day Yoga Journey with Kula Movement. Today marked day seven of the journey, and included our first group meet-up with all of the participants. We introduced ourselves, we chest-bumped, we partnered up with the person who will be our “buddy” for the remainder of the journey, and we set intentions.

My intention, expressed as an affirmation: I am my true self without fear.

There are certain areas of my life where I’ve been feeling beaten down and marginalized for too long. Instead of finding compassion or support, I’ve been finding the need to defend and justify the things I think and the way I feel. At first, I dealt with this by trying to behave closer to someone else’s expectations of me. But I’ve never been particularly good at that, and so gradually I found myself ceasing to care. Not ceasing to care about someone else’s expectations of me, but ceasing to care… at all. It happened gradually, and so I almost didn’t notice. But caring just became too exhausting. And that is a dangerous place to find oneself.

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Reading Fiction: Life After Life

Reading Life After Life was the first New Year’s resolution I broke.

It didn’t start out that way. The book was a recommended reading assignment from my Year of Writing workshop. I had to read it. (I totally did NOT have to read it since it wasn’t required reading. But whatever. It sounded interesting.) So, as I was saying, I had to read it (no I didn’t), but I remembered that I had resolved to buy no new books until I finish the ones already stacked next to my bed. Following my own rules, I checked it out from the library instead. Ha! Take THAT, silly resolutions!

Turns out, it’s a really big book. I was no where near finished by the time it was due. And there was a wait list, so I couldn’t renew it. So I bought a copy for my very own. Resolution broken. So it goes.

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