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.