Like a stalker lurking in the shadows, my Lyme disease was waiting for just such an opportunity to take advantage of the extra stress load on my body. My list of current symptoms is growing faster than a pregnant woman binge eating on ice cream, and I've been reacquainted with a slew of old symptoms that have been silent for months.
I did have some "good" days thrown into my kind-of-crazy week. I was able to make dinner a few times, which was great because I love to cook, but am not able to do it much anymore. I even had one day where I felt good enough to clean the microwave--a task that is way down at the bottom of the list of things to catch up on when chronic illness lives in the house. No one has ever been more excited to scrub a disgusting, germy mess before, and I'm certain I heard the microwave let out a big sigh of relief at being sparkling clean again.
I had a lovely visit with my horse earlier in the week. I got to ride and bask in a rare 65 degree sunshiney day. I've been riding Fjóla--although not nearly as much as I wish--bareback, bridleless and without reins. It is truly amazing. She really is my equine soul mate and I can't believe how lucky I am that she's mine (and I am hers!).
Yesterday, I was very sick and was bed-bound the whole day. Even though it was a difficult day, it was still a beautiful reminder of just how much progress I've made. Sometimes, a little perspective is not a bad thing. I've learned enough from this disease to know that every day is a completely new and different day; just because I'm laid up one day, doesn't mean that I will be laid up the next day. And just because I'm hurting one moment, doesn't mean I will be hurting the next moment.
Today, I'm up and about again. I'm achy, but I'm not bed-bound. I'm going to take it easy today, but I have my fingers crossed that this day includes a great big hug to my favorite little pony.