Today feelin better than yesterday. Usually Sunday Brunch at the folks but with my brother in town, things were moving a bit slow there. I told them I needed to eat as I had to start with my morning dose of pills. So, I whipped up some oatmeal, popped the pills and then just when I wanted to head over for brunch I noticed the rash had gotten worse on my arm. So I called the health centre and they said I'd better come in so they could replace my sealed bandage with a dry dressing. Then went home took it easy for a bit and then hooked up my IV. This Lyme is a full time job I keep saying.
Then, my neighbours called. Asking me if I like Cake. "Well yes I like cake" I'm saying, but I'm thinking I really shouldn't be eating any sweets with all the Antibiotics I'm taking. So what did I do... Of course I said "yes" and they offered to bring me a quarter of a Birthday cake, which Brent had made for Carmen and they just had too much of it. But I was tethered to my IV pole. I had to fess up and say "y'know I'm taking all this medication, and now I'm on some IV meds". "I'm kinda stuck here as I'm running that right now". We agreed we would hook up later. As soon as I finished I looked outside to see they hadn't left yet, so I promptly called and we met at the fence. Brent brings me this huge piece of Coconut Cream filled Cake, wow... over the top... of the fence it came and I graciously accepted, thanked and ran into my place with this soon to be devoured sugar devil.
I put it in the fridge and went back to lay down on my bed for a bit as my parents wanted me to join them at a garden party with some friends and I had told them I would likely not be joining them if I felt anything like I felt the day before. I sat up on the edge of my bed and wondered can I do this... go to the party, not eat the cake. I laid down again. Mom called and asked if I was coming along and I said, "OK" I just got up, put on a civilized shirt and off we went. I knew it would only be for about 1 1/2 hours so I figured I could handle that and didn't feel have bad. I'm glad I got out. Unfortunately, all I was asked about and pretty much all I talked about was how I'm doing, my treatment, and Lyme Lyme Lyme. I always kept changing the subject or when I started speaking with someone it would always be about something other than my situation. Sometimes getting away is not getting away.
Soon enough we left and I went home to rest for the evening... OH OH, I had a really big piece of cake, it was yummy.
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