A lot has happened since last Thursday. The aftermath of my husbands' family doctor refusing to treat me was devastating to both of us. The weekend was a tough one for both of us. On Thursday amidst all the sadness and tears I grabbed the board game TROUBLE and my husband and I played a few rounds of that. That, actually made us feel better. I am not sure what possessed me to grab a board game. I guess I must have regressed back to childhood times and childhood board games. In childhood things seem safe and okay or at the very least not that bad. We played several rounds of Trouble on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. That helped us both immensely.
One other thing helped. This one I do not recommend and I am pretty sure my Lyme doctor would be pissed if she ever found out. The second Saturday of every month is a regular get together with a couple of friends of ours. We went over to their place. I warned my husband before we showed up at their place that tonight I will not take any meds, I will eat whatever I want and I will get shit faced drunk. I made that announcement when I got to our friends place too. And shit faced drunk I got. I needed a night of heavy duty boozing. I needed an emotional escape from everything. The events of the last few months all caught up with me in a big way. At one point my husband suggested we go home so I would not get sick at our friends place. It's best to be drunk sick in ones own place, not a friends - as a rule of thumb. So we left but not before Nancy handed me a bucket for the road. Well, on the road the bucket got used. I asked my husband how long I was puking. He said about 2 kilometers worth. Impressive. It was great. I purged all the stress, anxiety, sadness, disappointment, fear and worry of the last few months. And I felt great afterwards. I can't explain the absolute relief that purge fest had on me. We got home and I slept the sleep of the just. I woke up the next morning feeling like a million bucks. No hangover. Just felt great. Spent the day prepping my meals for the week (YFSF).
So, Monday arrived and I went to see another doctor who refused to treat me. I was disappointment but mildly. On Tuesday I had another appointment with a doctor....he agreed to treat me and to follow my Lyme doctors' treatment protocol. WOW. Finally. After all the struggles, stress and tears and after over 6 months of looking for a doctor to treat me locally for Lyme alongside my US doctor, I found him. Funny thing is this doctor likes to talk as much as I do ----and that is saying something. I always have to much too say about everything. I am a 24/7 peanut gallery and so is my doctor- love that about him. He is a nice man and I am glad he is on my team of doctors. I still feel a bit nervous and anxious. Kinda like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop. After all the struggling for so long, even before my Lyme diagnosis there was a struggle. I was feeling awful and no doctor knew what I had. Some even thought it was all in my mind and offered to give me anxiety meds because obviously anxiety meds cure all the pain from Lyme disease and after all it's all in my head. NOT! NowI am trying to not feel like someone will pull the rug out from under me and take away my doctor or that he changes his mind. I guess I am going to have to get used to things being okay now. That's a new feeling or a feeling I haven't felt in far too long. But as of now I am okay.
I did spent this past weekend emailing my local politicians, the Minister of Health Canada and the College of Physicians to complain about the nonexistent help that Quebec and Canada offers to Lyme patients. Not sure where all that will take me but they have got to realize that they can't spend all their time ignoring a disease that is real just because it makes them uncomfortable. It is time my country grows a pair and mans up.
Until next time- stay tick free and toodles for now.
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