Sunday, December 30, 2007

Happy New Year

I'm still feeling uncommunicative. I'm okay most days, but the holidays have been tough. We stayed in Vermont for the first time in a long time, so that made it a little easier.

I'm wondering if I'll be well enough to resume hiking this summer. I'm hopeful. The sun sensitivity is way down and I've been slowly building up my stamina. We (my husband, my son and I) did a short snowshoe to our beaver pond yesterday. It was glorious! I'll just have to take it as it comes. I'm in the phase of this protocol that feels like I'm convalescing

Interesting thought--My husband just blogged a story about leaded gasoline. I find it pertinent because although they phased out the stuff, there's an awful lot of us who were conceived and grew up when we could have been developmentally damaged. There's been a lot of controversy about why Lyme disease should seemingly come out of nowhere in the 1970's as a disease,when the actual spirochete has been around forever. Just a thought.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Made it through Thanksgiving

I cried from Monday to Saturday. Some friends invited us over for dinner so that was nice. I've only had a couple of complete meltdowns which is good.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Mourning Moon

I read recently that some Native American tribes referred to the full moon in November as the "Mourning Moon". I'm not sure of the truth of that, but it surely is for me.

Sorry I haven't posted of late. I haven't had the heart for it. What I have been doing is a lot of physical labor. Working on my husband's home office and working with my animals. Two weeks ago we (my family and a neighbor's family) slaughtered 6 roosters for the freezer and there's some more that can go. I made a cold frame for the garden and a wood rack for the basement. It helps. The work is slow because I get tired so quickly, but it feels good to turn on a CD and lose myself in the work. Then I'm so tired I just crash.

The holidays are going to be tough this year. Halloween couldn't even cheer me up and its my favorite holiday. I found myself ranting to My Friend The Nurse the other day about how much I hate this season. I hate the holiday's usually, but this year its especially bad 'cause my mom used to make it her business to cheer me up. She loved the holidays--the music, the lights and everything. She would never turn anyone away from her holiday table so we had some surreal moments with some very unexpected guests (including her ex-husband and his wife). We even had a memorable one where I brought a bunch of my friends to dinner and we called it the "Religous Joke Dinner". As in "Two Jews, a Pagan, and a Taoist go to a Welshwoman's house for dinner..."

My mother could never understand why I was such a grinch, but her experences as a child were just so different to mine. She came from a background of deprivation, so Christmass was a welcome time of abundance. Now we live in a world of abundance. The excesses and the expectations just make me crazy. I'm reminded of the orange she used to put in our stockings. When you can have an orange anytime you want, it just doesn't have the same impact.

Because she grew up in Cardiff in WWII, she never saw the streets lit up at night until she was 9 or 10. She told me of the revelation she felt at that moment and her face took on the delight I see in my own children.

We are not Christian so the holiday doesn't have that religious significance. We have a tree and do the gift thing as a celebration of the Winter Solstice, but that's all. And really that's all. Last year we sang carols with my daughter's singing group, but more out of the love of singing.

I think I'll see if the rest of the family wants to see a movie Christmas Day.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Where'd September go?

Its was a month yesterday since I spoke with my mother for the last time.

I had a down day yesterday so I went for a drive. We're having an unseasonably warm autumn her in Vermont, so it was in the 70's. I went up to the Long Trail for the first time in a year. The woods were still there and still worked their alchemy. Their silence and aliveness meld with the pain in my heart. Softening it into a much more bearable melancholy. I found myself planning for next summer.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

People need to be more careful

Walking down the street with my 9 year old son today, I witnessed an accident. We were about to cross the street (I'd stopped to check the traffic) when the woman walking in front of us was clipped by a car making a left turn. She fell to the ground and bounced up again in that way that only a twenty something can manage. Swearing and picking up her cell phone and purse.

I and my son hurried across the street to where the woman was now haranguing the driver of the car who'd pulled over. I asked the woman if she was alright and she said she was. She was much more interested in ripping the driver (a male) a new one than checking her own well being. Another woman came from out of a store and offered to call the cops, but the pedestrian refused. Asked again if she was okay, she said "I'm fine if you people would just leave me alone!" I gave my name and number to the girl as a witness and went on with my errand. I never said a word to the driver because, if I'd gotten started, I'd still be there.

The driver had turned the corner as if no cross walk existed and was apparently not looking at all. The young woman he hit had the advantage of being fast enough to jump out of the way. If it had been 10 seconds later, it would have been me and my son under the wheels of that car.

Friday, September 28, 2007

What passes for normal (potentially upsetting)

I'm feeling better physically. I do believe this Marshall Protocol is working. Everyone keeps telling me how well I look. My light sensitivity is much better, my joints aren't so stiff and today I laid down plastic in our crawl space in preperation for the insulation. My husband and I are planning on drywalling his office in the next couple days.

Mentally I'm okay, considering. I feel...Lonely? Homesick? Something like that. My father is still hanging on, but I haven't lived with him since I was ten years old, so I don't feel him as a parent.

I asked to see my mother's body when we went to the funeral home. I wish now I had taken a memento mori photograph. I keep replaying that moment in my mind for comfort. She hadn't been embalmed, nor in any way prettified. Given the suddeness of her death, I think I was expecting to see some evidence of trauma. The funeral director gave us a little talk about how she was likely to look given that she was unprepared. He visibly relaxed when I said I was an EMT and this was not my first body. Just the first one I was related to.

He opened the double doors to a side room and first I saw her feet covered with a sheet. I almost turned away, then. Two more steps and I was able to see her chest and hips under the sheet--I realized that I wouldn't be able to bear it if she was covered with a sheet and the funeral director had to pull it back like a Law and Order body ID scene.

Another step took me around the corner. Her face was visible. Ashen and slack. Her mouth was slightly open as if in sleep. The funeral director had swaddled her body as though it were a baby, covering the marks of the autopsy. She was a little dehydrated but otherwise she looked as she always did. I'd seen her come out of her gall bladder surgery looking worse. I was glad of the way she was covered--looking so much like the way we come into the world. And somehow it was dignified in a way that a public viewing would not have been. I shared that moment with my husband and the funeral director the way my husband and I shared the birth of our children with our midwife.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

The babbling stage

I find myself talking over and over about my mothers death. To family, friends and strangers. In some ways, I'm having trouble with the concept that someone in apparently good health can just drop dead. Curiously, others around me share the difficulty. I am hearing the assertion "But she was sick a long time, wasn't she?"

Nope.

My mom worked 37 hours the week she died--she died 7 hours into a ten hour shift.

People also ask "Did they do CPR?"

Yup.

Sadly, CPR only works in about 12% of cases.

I talked with Roarinfire this afternoon. I was only able to think this through as I was talking to her (thanks Roarinfire, BTW). I feel like its a revelation to some people I talk to that bodies can just wear out. In my mother's case, it was her heart that wore out before anything else.

I'm grateful that my mothers death was quick and as easy as these things go. The witnesses tell me that she never reported any pain before she lost conciousness. Her last breaths were described by one woman as "sighs of relief". But it is hard on those of us left behind.

My mother's death puts a whole new spin on my own health problems. I desperately want to recover my own health and I continue to rely on the people in my life. Thank you all.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Shock giving way to sadness

That odd sense of surreality is wearing off, but I don't think that my mother's death has really sunk in yet. I went to the library today (this is what I do when presented with a problem) and picked up books on grief.

I've been wavering between apathy and sadness for the past three days, but I can't say that I've been "grief-stricken". It occurs to me that this is one of those changes in one's life that you never find out about till it happens. Like the secret society of parenting and the weird ways your life changes when you marry, the death of a parent is something that our society does a shitty job of preparing you for and an even shittier job of helping you deal with.

Sigh.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Lessons learned

I'm back in Vermont now. I'm surprised it took so little time to wind up my mother's affairs. As it was, all her bills were paid and the house and car titles were jointly in her and my brother's name. This means that there is no probate to deal with really. The house will remain as is till we feel up to dealing with it.

For any of you who want to save your loved ones heartache (and money), please make your final arrangement wishes known. I and my brothers were in no fit state to make decisions. Fortunately, my mom had let us know what she wanted. No flowers, no viewing, no visitation. A direct cremation and a Catholic mass. We had a nice lunch afterwards.

If we had not had these clear instructions, it would have been so much harder. I would have gone along with anything suggested and never mind the expense. I had a hard enough time just picking out clothes to wear to the funeral, let alone making what are really major purchases.

Thank you all for your kind words. I'm not going to be myself for a bit.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Moyra still

Her funeral mass was yesterday and was well attended. We had maybe eighty people who showed up and more who sent word that they couldn't come. Her ashes are to be buried in Vermont.

Donations may be sent to the Arthritis Foundation.

Monday, September 10, 2007

More Details on Moyra

Moyra's service is to be held on Wednesday, September 12 at St Patrick's Church in Carleton at 10 AM. We will be holding a luncheon afterwards.

My mother's death was very sudden. She always said they'd have to take her out of work feet first. She worked from 10:00PM that evening (she has worked nights for the past nine years) and her co-workers had given her a surprise Birthday party at their midnight dinner break. At about 6:00 AM she began to have trouble breathing. One of her co-workers grabbed Moyra's asthma inhaler from her locker. As soon as she took the inhaler, she lost consciousness and was evidently pulseless. CPR was started and EMS took her to the hospital where she was pronounced dead at 6:59 AM.

I am glad that her last night was a good one. She had called me on the prior Tues and told me how good she had been feeling lately. She had plans for the future and was as vibrant as ever. She was a woman who truly lived her life until she died.

May we all be so lucky.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Moyra Bernadette Davies, 1937-2007

My mother died suddenly this morning at 6:59 AM. She was at work and had a massive heart attack. EMS was called and CPR was performed but she never regained consciousness. I am going to Michigan to make arrangements.

I'll be checking email if anyone wants to contact me.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Right on schedule

I've been on Phase 2 of this protocol for two weeks now. And I've got pleurisy again.

Bah.

Other than that, I've also got trigeminal pain and irritability

Double bah.

On the other hand, I've got wireless at home now, so I can blog from bed.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

I'm Ba-aa-ack

Its been awhile, but I'm here again. Returned home from my sojourn to Michigan then Nashville. I had to go down to Nashville to see my father who's suffering from metastatic melanoma. We were "putting his affairs in order" as they say.

I am in the second phase of this protocol. For those who've asked its called the Marshall Protocol. I've added a second antibiotic and am now waiting for the inevitable immunopathology.

I'm feeling a little isolated again. Unfortunately, this protocol makes me really cranky. My husband is exceedingly patient with my moods (thank you, my sweet).

So I am back to tracking my symptoms and hiding out from the sun. Winter just can't get here fast enough.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Perky, perky, perky.

Okay, Perky for me. Work with me here...

I'm in MI again. I was supposed to start my new antibiotics this week, but Dr had an emergency that's taken him out of the office for a week and I won't get to see him till I get back to Vermont. So, I'm just enjoying my little vacation from the worst of the side effects.

I'm considering spending the afternoon making yogurt since its damned hot here. Just perfect for culturing bacteria. I'm thrilled that I ccan even contemplate such a thing. My kids are off at their respective activities. Yay. Maybe I can even catch up on my blogging this week.

Thursday, June 7, 2007

The Wood Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep

Feeling much better this week. I actually managed to go with my sons class on a short field trip to a local hiking trail. Yay!

I love Vermont. Where we went yesterday is called the "Robert Frost Interpretive Trail". Its an easy little one mile hike with Robert Frost Poetry posted at intervals along the way.

Next week, I move onto phase 2 of this protocol and probably to feeling bad again for a bit, but at least I can see a glimmer of hope

Friday, June 1, 2007

Too good to last

Back to feeling rotten. Stiff neck, depressed.

Blah

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Still feeling (relatively) good

I'm still feeling pretty well today. For me, right now, that means I was able to take kids to school, put dishes in the dishwasher, take the dog for a short walk, feed my animals and shower without having to nap. My pain level is also pretty good. My chest is not at all painful and my hips are only about a 2 or 3. Its 1:00PM and I still haven't needed to nap, but I will after writing this post.

Hubby is due back from North Africa tomorrow. Hooray! I miss him.

I had a pleasant surprise yesterday. When I went out to feed my goats, I found one of our hens had hatched ten little chicks. I was so excited! I hadn't even realized that one of our hens was nesting. Modern chickens have had the broodiness bred out of them and so you normally can't get them to sit on a nest for the month. I do love baby animals. I spent a nice chunk of the morning just watching them. I have to keep an eye on the dog tho', cause she'll think the chicks are nuggets with feet.

The woods are beautiful and inviting and I keep reading through my backpacker mags. I miss hiking soooo much.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Feeling human again

So here I am at the feeling better part of this pattern. My chest is still sore, but its no longer agony and my painkillers are taking care of that. I can actually skip the nighttime dose without waking up...Which is good 'cause Vicoden gives me some seriously funky dreams. So rather than 4-5/day, I'm only taking 2-3. And rather than 600mg of ibuprofen every 6 hrs, I only take 200mg. Hooray! My liver and kidneys do a happy dance

If the pattern holds true, I should have about 4-7 days of feeling relatively well (if frustrated by my lack of energy).

Hubby is away in North Africa. I went to the food Co-op before he left and filled up on relatively healthy frozen food. I realized that we were eating out waaay to much. Enough that it is adversely impacting our budget. My brain woke up enough to realize that if I bought the designer frozen food that the local equivalent of Whole Paycheck sells, we'd still save money and I wouldn't have to actually cook. And my children can actually eat something other than junk. It seems to be a good compromise.

Cleaned my kitchen yesterday. Hooray! I even managed to mop my disgusting floor.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Yay pleurisy

Saw DR today. My lungs sound good, which is a relief. He said that the pain in my chest was most likely pleurisy.

Fortunately, pleurisy is a more or less benign if painful inflammation of the membranes of the lungs. The symptoms are:
  • Fever
  • Cough
  • Chills
  • Shortness of breath
  • Weight loss
  • Poor appetite
  • Sharp chest pain with breathing. Pain can limit the movement on the side of the chest with pleurisy.
  • The pain can also be in the back, up into the neck, or down into the abdomen.
  • Rapid shallow breaths
  • Inability to take a deep breath
  • Itching in sites on the back (near the site of the lungs, but no visible rashes)
Except for the fever and weight loss part, I've pretty much got all the other symptoms. Its part of all this random inflamation. I was worried that it might be a pneumonia relapse, so I'm quite relieved.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

A subtle pattern begins to emerge

By logging my symptoms, I've started to notice that I do have a pattern to them. The day after I take the every 48hour medication, I feel more tired and achy. I also have a longer pattern that seems to go about every thirty days or so. I go thru a couple of days (maybe as much as a week) where I feel relatively human, then I get the weeps with joint pain , then I get some new and interesting scary symptom. Usually chest pain of some variety.

I slept badly last night because I was having an asthma attack and I was all out of albuterol. It wasn't serious, so hot water and breathing thru my nose worked for it. I refilled my inhalor rx. Now I have a vague ache in my back up high in the vicinity of my right lung. I'm also breathing hard climbing stairs.. I'll go see my doc tomorrow.

Its reassuring that there's some predictability to these symptoms, but I really could do without the chest pain thing.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Bad day yesterday

Actually I had a pretty rough weekend since about last Thurs. I'd written a nice long post about it and then my computer crashed.

I had another one of those weepy days and both my kids were home sick. My dog ate my brand new sandals. Then thought it would be fun to chase the baby goat.

I'm having this new thing where if I don't eat, I get all shaky and weird. I've been sleeping badly. Husband is away. I found myself crying at the least provocation.. Ice packs were required for my hand after I spent all that time typing.

I hate this.

MFTN stopped by and hung out for a while which really helped and other friends called just to check on me.

Its good to have friends. In a very real way, they are my lifeline right now. Hugs to all of you!

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

The tyranny of the positive attitude

When is complaining a useful piece of communication and when does it become destructive? There's this preacher who's gotten on the positive attitude bandwagon and is telling his congregation to quit their bitching.

I hate complaining personally. However, I'm a cranky bitch when I hurt and no amount of positive attitude changes the fact that I hurt. I find that having any sort of conversation is exhausting and people think I'm snubbing them. I try to tell people how I'm feeling, but it comes out as complaining to my own ears. Fortunately my best friends are introverts and don't have any problems sitting in a room with me and not talking. My husband and daughter have more trouble with it. My son keeps up both sides of the conversation all by himself.

Someone told me to read The Secret. I know I'll have to, if only to defend myself against it.

I'm the most positive pessimist I know. I like hearing the worst first, 'cause after that everything is up. I believe that I have a good life. I have the best family anyone could ever wish for. I am living the way I always wanted to. Just by virtue of being born into the place and time that I was I am already better off than 90% of my species.

BUT

I am not sick because I somehow "called it to me". Its a bacteria that is, in the grand scheme of things, just living its own little microbial life.

My father is not dying because he thought the wrong thoughts. He's 70 years old and spent too many years playing golf in the sunshine without sunscreen.

The vast majority of victims of domestic violence do not collude with their abusers

Positive thinking is not going to fix the war in Iraq. Some even may argue that an overabundance of optimism got us into that mess in the first place by expecting that our presence would be welcome.

Optimists die every day of the week. Of every kind of cause. And sometimes things are hopeless and unfair. And in those situations grief is appropriate. Even, dare I say, healthy. Normal.

Ghandi and Martin Luther King were angry men. They just understood how to use their anger to their advantage. Listen to MLK's speeches sometime. Barely suppressed rage underlines the greatest of those speeches. The belief that one person can make a difference is different from this pernicious positivity espoused by the talk shows. From the blame-the-victim pop psych self help trash.

Karl Marx is spinning in his grave over this repackaged people's opiate. Mindless positivity is a fine example of mind control. But instead of waiting for heaven in the next life, its our own damned fault if we don't have it here. As the bumper sticker says, "If you're not outraged, your not paying attention."

Monday, May 7, 2007

My fingers

My fingers hurt and its damned hard to type when they do. On the other hand, I'm starting to get back to being able to do things. I'm spending more time on my feet and less time in bed. I can go out and take care of my animals myself which is nice. Just don't ask me to do the dishes--we've got so many chipped dishes from my dropping everything.

Due to the sun sensitivity thing, I need to wear gloves outside and this morning they actually hurt my hands. I hate it when my clothes hurt. I've had trouble lately finding clothes that are acceptable to wear because of this. Complicated by the fact that I've gained weight, I can't find clothes that are both becoming and don't hurt. Let me be clear here: I don't mean these clothes are uncomfortable, I mean they hurt. Imagine a constant sunburn if you will. Some of my pants feel like they're made of metal rather than cotton and nylon.

Its hard to be clear with other people about symptoms when they sound so weird to one's own ears. I had a hard time sleeping last night because of chest pain, okay I can say that, but how do I explain that the sheets were too heavy for my feet?

Anyway, I was going to talk about something completely different, but typing hurts too much this AM so I'm done now.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Doctor visit

Hubby came with me to see DR yesterday. Appointment went pretty well. I'm on the highest dose of the current antibiotic in this protocol and it looks like I'll go to the next phase in June (which would actually be about two months early).

Got into a conversation about wether I was able to ask for help. I said "yes" while hubby sat beside me shaking his head "no". Sigh. Okay, how about "I'm a lot better than I used to be". There was also some discussion about how much I minimize--DR asked me how I was doing and I said "better" and Hubby started talking about how dreadfully I'm doing.

Well, I guess when I said "better", I meant "I can get out of bed most days for 5 or 6 hours at a time before I have to nap" and "I'm only taking 3 Vicoden a day, down from 4". I did give DR my symptom charts that I've been trying to keep which give a better idea of how I'm doing.

DR said I ought to give my friends around here a call to help me out. Hubby made the comment that it was hard for me to do because I am both shy and macho. I think that DR knew the macho part but was, perhaps, surprised by the shy part. I just hate to bother people.

I'm really missing my hiking. Perhaps I can go hiking at night now that the weather's better. I feel a deep homesickness for the woods.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Updates on everything

Back in Vermont now. Got back last Monday, but I haven't been together enough to post anything.

My father's cancer is back. They're talking about enrolling him in various clinical trials, but after doing the research, I'm not hopeful. they're chemo drugs that have anything from a 6-15% response rate. If that were the grade one's kid got on a history test, one would be appalled. Given that I, myself, am participating in a phase 2 clinical trial, I would want a much better track record. The trial I'm participating in has a 70% response rate, so its at least a passing grade. If I'm going to spend this amount of time feeling like shit, I want some benefit from it.

If I were in my dad's shoes, I think I would be going straight to the palliative care and spend my time doing whatever made me feel better. Sometimes feeling better is enough.

My friend's father (the one who was just admitted to hospice) died. My friend has an uncomfortable relationship with her family and we've been each other's mutual support thru the parent-with-cancer thing. Lots of hugs to you, my friend. Sadly, lots of stupid family stuff has come out in the wake of his death with her family behaving badly toward her partner (and my sister-of-choice). More hugs in that direction.

I've been doing some heavy research into my own drug trials. It appears that what happened to me back in Feb was what is known as a cytokine storm. Fortunately for me, part of this protocol is an Agiotensin II Receptor Blocker (ARB) which moderates the positive feedback loop. It explains why the pneumonia crept up on me so damned fast. Curiously, the very fact that I have been so damned sick also helped, because the cytokine storm is potentially fatal in a vigorous immune system.

And finally I got my hair cut. I'll put a pic online once hubby brings home the camera. I went to a hair dressers with my hat and glasses and explained how they are a permanent fashion accessory. I told her I was tired of the aging hippy look, and I didn't want to go too short because I didn't want people speaking to me in hushed voices (well any more than they already are) asking "so is it cancer?". She did a really good job I must say. Its cute and fluffy under my hats and shakes out when I take them off.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Life and death

So I just came up for air after a 3 episode Six Foot Under mini marathon. I love that show. The soap opera set against the backdrop of the undertaker. Plus I'm reassured that other's share my interests since it had - what?- a six year run.

My dad is getting scanned to look for cancer this week and I should call him. A friend of mine's dad was just enrolled in hospice. Another friend's father-in-law died recently. I feel positively banal when I set my own stuff against that.

And yet...Although Lyme disease is not officially a fatal disease it does seem to shorten the life span. And it sure as hell does a number on quality of life. Rather than spending this shiny monday taking my kids out somewhere fun (they're on Spring Break), I spent it laying down in bed watching the aformentioned television show, 'cause I was just too damned tired to do anything else.

I just dragged my butt out of be a minute ago. My son is playing with his army guys on the table beside me right now and that's nice. This whole sunsensitivity thing completely blows because I can't even do the "Let's go to the park and I'll sit on the bench" thing

Friday, April 13, 2007

Hair again

Haven't done anything with my hair yet. I'm probably going to cut it off. My sister-in-law is a hair stylist, so I'm going to ask her for advice--perhaps allow my hair to resume its natural color for the first time in 20 or so years (for me natural is radical).

In other news--there's not much. I still feel tired and cruddy, perhaps slightly less cruddy than before. The chest pains came and go, but not so sharp as they were that one day. Perhaps because I know that they're nothing. Amazing how one's perception of pain changes when one realizes that its merely a false alarm.

I must say however, that its a good thing that I'm not particularly self concious about my looks. I get some interesting stares as I walk around swathed in cloth.

Friday, April 6, 2007

Headed out

I'm heading out to Michigan this week to stay with some friends and family. It will be a nice break for both myself and the kids.

Husband and I are playing with ideas about how to keep the day to day running of the house going while I feel cruddy. The hiring of a housekeeper will probably be part of this and it looks like my mother will come out for a while. I sent an email to my kid's school just to give them a heads up about why things might be a little chaotic lately. I'd hate to have them think I suddenly got myself a drinking problem or something.

I had an appointment with DR the other day. He's very concerned about me it seems. We talked for a long time about how this protocol is going. I told him that anyone who's considering doing this needs to be the right combination of desperate and dedicated. I also made the observation that perhaps I was far sicker than anyone (including myself) had suspected. I think I have spent so long coping with this that I have raised coping to an art.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Hair

Its bad when taking a shower seems like a lot of effort.

I'm sitting hear feeling like I have to save my energy. In an hour I have to pick up my daughter and drive her to her singing group. My hair is tangled and getting on my nerves, but the idea of actually doing something about it seems like it would just be a huge hassle.

Years ago it was very long and I cut it quite short because taking care of it while I was sick was too much. I'm considering it again. I'm not particularly vain and I hate getting my hair cut in general. I color it when the grey starts to show but otherwise I pin it back to keep it out of my way, but there's always something symbolic about big changes in hair.

Have to think on this and meanwhile I better do something about my hair before I go out in public.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Sugar season/mud season

Made my first pint of maple syrup for the year. My neighbor down the street tapped my trees when he found out I wasn't feeling well and hubby went and collected the sap. There's something deeply satisfying to me about producing my own food. My chickens have started laying again too. I imagine what it would be like if this were the first fresh food in four or five months.

We are also ankle deep in mud. When MFN called the ambulance for me she took me down to the nearest major street in her car because we were afraid that the ambulance would get stuck in said mud.

This whole experience reminds me of springtime in Vermont. The occaisional beautiful, glorious sunny day inserted into solid weeks of rain.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Scary night

I went to the ER last night with chest pain. I'm okay. It turned out to be something they call costochondritis which mean that the cartilage between my ribs was inflamed. It was quite scary though due to the fact that it was on my left side and radiating into my jaw and shoulder.

This is to be expected given that the treatment I'm on is going to make inflammations worse. I actually called DR at home which is something I hate to do. I figure the poor guy's entitled to a life outside of work, but this was one point where I really didn't feel good about taking my chances with the physician-on-call with the answering service. He told me to go to the ER. I called my neighbor to help me with my kids and she had the presence of mind to call 911 for me. The idea being that they could ascertain pretty quickly whether or not I was having a heart attack.

The ER was one of the more surreal experiences I've had. Its like the diagnosis of Lyme disease kinda threw them. Fortunately, I was also able to tell them about the pneumonia and that seemed to reassure them, cause this kind of thing is apparently not uncommon after that.

If anyone reading this is of the spiritual bent, I sure could use some healing vibes right about now.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Meanwhile, across the Atlantic

Here's an interesting blog From the UK with a post about Lyme disease complete with a video. Check it out.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Tend and Befriend

I had several friends call me this week to check up on me Somehow, I found that I was much more interested in reaching out to talk about their difficulties than my own. They all said things along the lines of "Oh, but your having such a hard time, you don't want to hear about me." But I did. I found that the mutual whining really helped.

I told one friend, "I'm all out of faith in me and this treatment, so I'll borrow yours. In return you can borrow my faith in the fact that you're terrific at what you do and you'll be okay."

I got off the phone and, far from feeling more burdened, I felt lighter, calmer. One of the problems with chronic illness is the tendency to become isolated. If there's one thing I've learned in my protracted dealings with this leviathan is that I can't deal with it alone.

I've suggested to other people suffering from chronic diseases that they need to get a support network of some kind. Even one online counts. There's a curious resistance to it. Perhaps it comes from our culture's value on individualism or something, but I always hear "I don't want to sit around and hear other people whine" Yeah, but then you'll get a free pass to whine! And then, because its reciprocal, it stops being whining and turns into stress relief.

A caveat to this, is the person who whines but doesn't give you the chance to whine back. This is at best rude and at worst destructive.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Nobody wants to talk about this

The death of Bill Chinnock got me thinking about all the times I've talked with other chronically ill folks about suicide. Its an open secret among folks with chronic pain conditions and we hardly ever talk about to other people. I know several chronically ill people who horde a stash of pills or who have a plan for the day when it gets to be too much

Let me be clear, when the chronically ill talk about suicide, they're generally not suffering from depression. They don't say anything to their doctors because they don't need a psychiatric referral. What they need is relief from intolerable symptoms. Some of those symptoms are physical and some are mental and many are psychosocial.

Imagine breaking a leg and not being offered any pain killer. Then being given a crutch and told "You'll get used to the discomfort" without the benefit of a cast. And maybe it'll heal and maybe it won't. You might even be told that your limp is merely to get attention. As your leg heals deformed, you feel that you are an increasing burden on those around you. After a while, checking out of this life might start to look attractive.

The Vermont Legislature just debated a death with dignity act. It would only apply to the terminally ill. I believe that assisted suicide or whatever you want to call it asks the wrong question. Rather than asking whether its okay to help a person in intolerable pain kill themselves, we need to ask why we're allowing people to suffer in intolerable pain.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Happy Spring

I'm feeling somewhat better today. My joints ache, but the terrible mental stuff seems to have calmed down. I'm not quite "full of the joys of spring" but I'm much better. I'm even hopeful.

Thanks to everyone for their kind words

Dream

I had a dream the other night that I was being dragged away by two or three things I referred to as "centipedes". They were black and white and rather cartoony. Two of them had ahold of a scarf around my neck and I escaped by using a pair of scissors to cut off the scarf.

Man, these are some good drugs I'm on.

In other news, long time Lyme sufferer and activist Bill Chinnock killed himself. Sad news. Lyme is not generally considered a fatal disease, but here is one death directly attributable.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Grief

I spent most of yesterday crying. One of those weird crying jags where even as you go about your business, the tears continue to fall. I called DR's office and talked to his nurse and then DR called me back. Mostly it was just a need for reassurance on my part. This was not merely my normal depression which has dogged me most of my life. That's another old friend with a shape and form I recognize. This was grief. Like someone had shot my dog or something. In a sobbing conversation with a friend (and fellow Lyme sufferer) that I said "I feel like all the ground I've gained in fifteen years, I've lost in two months"

We talked about how public I want to be about how badly I'm doing. How I'm contemplating asking DR for a handicapped parking pass. How I've been using my ski pole like a cane. How being disabled sucks

Then my husband comes home and we suddenly remember we were supposed to meet with my son's teacher for a conference at lunchtime today. Actually he remembers--I never would have. He called the school and set up another appointment while I sat on the bed and sobbed. Feeling useless and a bad mom. I spent the rest of the day napping and consuming my favorite forms of brain candy--horror movies and fantasy books.

DR says I'm experiencing a Jarisch Herxheimer reaction, also known more recently as immunopathology. In a nutshell, its what happens when the bugs start dying in amounts too large for your immune system to clean up quickly. Their rotting microbial corpses lay around waiting for the sanitation workers to come pick them up. Your body has to gear up and create these cells. In order that you don't spend your energy doing anything else, you feel shitty and want nothing else other to go to bed. Modern medicine has many chemicals in its pharmacopia that could be used to make me feel better--steroids for instance. But, they'd also stop my immune system from killing the bugs.

So it goes.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Musings on dependence

I really hate going out at the moment. Its not so much that I'm afraid to go out as it is I lack the energy that's needed to deal with people. The dreaded "How are you?" that people proffer as a greeting. Someone asked me that the other day. "Tired and miserable" jumped out of my mouth before my sluggish internal censor realized what was happening. What does one say to that? The other person looked understandably uncomfortable. On the other hand, does it hurt that an acquaintance knows how I'm really doing?

I'd like to just stay home, but I can't.

I'm having a very hard time making entries on this blog...I type and erase and type and erase. I would assume if one is reading this, they really are interested in how I am, but how much is TMI? I even have a hard time telling my husband how lousy I'm feeling. Partly, I don't want to turn into someone who whines about every little symptom. I know some of those people and its not attractive.

Last year, when I went dog sledding, we were told "If you give help, you're contributing. If you ask for help, you're also contributing". This was one of the rules for being a working community with healthy interdependence between members. Giving and receiving help was presented in a paradigm of equality with the helped on an equal footing with the helper. A very different mode of thinking than the one I was raised in. I need to keep remembering this

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Hey, you changed it.

So now my disease has yet again reset my priorities. It does that. I still intend to hike the Long Trail, but it may be that it will be the summer after this. I need to focus on getting through the day, it seems.

So intrepid reader, I intend to continue to write about living with this. I thought about shutting my blog down, but it feels therepuetic, I'll try to keep the TMI to a bare minimum.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Spiritual practice

I should change the subtitle of this blog to "A record of trying to get through the day with Lyme".

After my last post, I had a wonderful outpouring of support both on and off line so thanks all! I made the comment yesterday to a friend that I had gotten so good at coping with my symptoms that I had forgotten how sick I was. Truly, I haven't felt this bad since I started the thyroid medication. Last summer when I was on antibiotics, I didn't feel this dreadful.

The last time I felt this bad was when I was 22. I did a lot of introspection that year--I had the space to do it in too. I spent most of my days on my mom's couch watching "Oprah". Eventually, I got well enough to work part time and I worked at a New Age bookstore. That was great! I was surrounded by all the self help and alternative healing books that I could read. Plus the owner of the store was some variety of healer. I learned a lot that year about mental states and health. At the end of that two year flare up, I was newly engaged to my husband and putting my feet on the first steps of the path that brought me to this place in my life. I learned an incredible amount in that time and I am grateful. I consider what I was doing and where I was before I got sick and I shudder. Without that illness, I would have had very little reason to change my behavior. And my behavior was not happy making.

So, I'm back to trying to be philosophical.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Flare up

I always feel vaguely ashamed of being unable to do things. Rigth now, my life's on hold and it appears that it will be for a bit. I don't really want to talk about it(so instead I'm putting it on my blog where the whole damn world can see!).

Instead of being able to just take my dog and go for a four mile walk, I'm finding I need to use my ski pole for balance when I go out and feed my animals. And then I need to sit down and catch my breath. My kids haul in the wood. I keep telling hubby he should send me off to a home for the useless. People are worried about me and that makes me uncomfortable. So much of my identity is bound up with being competent and together.

More than the pnuemonia, the treatment I'm currently on is causing a flare-up in my sympotms. My breathing feels normal at last, but I'm tired and achy and generally feeling cruddy. This is apparently to be expected as the death of many Lyme spirochtes causes a build up of toxins and results in an inflammatory reaction.

So I'm just taking it one step at a time, as it were.

Bah

Monday, March 5, 2007

Sad

I'm depressed and rather lonely.

Not because I'm alone mind you. I have terrific social support in the form of friends and family, but I've got that old feeling of having my body seemingly turn against me. Its very isolating. We all struggle with the idea that ours is a culture built around health and youth. We all struggle with the fact that we're all going to grow old and decrepit (if we're lucky) in that culture. Sadly I feel like I've been dealing with it all my adult life and that makes me feel isolated. I have these moments in my life where I become aware of what I've missed. Most days I try to be philosophical about it. Experience deepens the soul etc etc. This morning I just feel depressed.

Friday, March 2, 2007

On hold

I hate the way this disease interferes with my life.

It appears that the new drug protocol I'm on is working in the way its supposed to, but this means I'm likely to get quite ill in the upcoming months. I'm planning to get all the hiking in I can, but I may be limited to day hikes this summer. This is disappointing. We'll see anyway. At the very least, I won't be attempting any solo hikes till I feel much better.

My husband pointed out the metaphor of my blog title the other day. Unconcious on my part actually. I've already walked a "long trail" with this disease.

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Pneumonia update

I went to see my doc. My lungs are sounding clear which is great news. Interestingly, the pneumonia was probably partly brought on by this new drug protocol. My immune system has been deranged for so long that the new medication caused an inflammatory overreaction. Unfortunately in my lungs.

So I continue to rest and heal

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Longing for a walk

Drove into town with my husband again today. The sky is a bright blue and the temperature hovers at around 13 degrees. Just right for a snowshoe or a skiing expedition.

Sigh.

I just want to take a walk. My poor dog has been faithfully laying on my bed with me, but I know she'd rather go for a walk too. I am tired of knitting and thinking and I am tired of being tired.

Story of my life.

I'm starting to arrive at my "regular flare-up" level of sickness. I have these levels of illness worked out in my head ranging from how I was this last Jan which is "not sick at all" to "can't get out of bed" which is how I was last week. I have to keep reminding myself, that unlike the Lyme, which doesn't much seem to care what I do, that this pneumonia can relapse and it will be bad if it does.

I had this experience a couple of years ago actually. After I went on the thyroid medication which helped so much, I really had to re-learn about acute illness. I had plain old influenza and I went on an accident call on a cold winter night. The next day I discovered what happens if you have the flu and you don't rest. You get worse. Big revelation there.

This is actually one of the biggest problems with so many chronic illnesses. You want to find a pattern. You want to find what makes you worse and what makes you better. Its a way of getting control. Trouble is, it's often pretty random. Frustrating to both oneself and the peopple close to one.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Still here

I continue to recover. I'm tired and weak and a trip down the hall seems to take eternity, but I can breathe and stuff, so all is good.

Today I have made my first journey out of the house that doesn't include a dr's visit. I'm down in Hubby's office snarfing up broadband.

I can't help compare and contrast the Lyme and the pneumonia. Pneumonia is a scary thing. According to the American Lung Association, it was the number one killer in America before 1939. Even today, its the number one infectious killer, although, now most people it kills are elderly.

I want to write about medical hubris and societal attitudes towards sickness and health. I want to write aobut how we got to this place in the early 21st century where we can sure so much and yet people keep suffering from chronic debilitating stuff, but I'm in need of another nap.

Maybe tomorrow.

Friday, February 23, 2007

I may yet live

Visited the dr today to check up on my chest. Unfortunately, my doc has been out of town this week so I saw his covering doc. I must say, bacterial pheumonia is one of those things our medical care system is just fantastic at treating (at least for those of us with insurance, but that's a whole other blog). I take my antibiotics, my fever goes away, my phlegm goes from yellow and copious to grey and scant. My chest was still very tight and worrisome though, so out of his modern medicine bag of tricks he pulls an albuterol inhaler. Voila! I can breathe. Some cough medicine so I can continue to rest and heal. An admonition not to overdo it and a directive to see my own doc next week and I'm on my way.

So very, very satsfying. So very very different from the Lyme.

To quote a favorite character from a favorite TV show "No impossible battles with ancient enemies against overwhelming odds. They were the bad guys. We were the good guys. And they made a very satisfying 'thump' when they hit the ground!"

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Valentine's Day Blizzard and pneumonia

How did it get to be Wednesday? Last time I checked it was Thursday.

Little saga to tell:

We had a freind here who was supposed to catch a flight back to JFK on the 15th. Well naturally, we were snowed in with the Valentines Day Blizzard (worst since 1883). He cancelled his flight in favor of one on the 16th, but we found out that the plow guy couldn't get to us until late on the 16th or possibly the 17th. No problem, we figured. A neighbor and good freind volunteered to take our guest down to town where he could catch a shuttle to Burlington. We only had to get our guest down to the plowed part of the road. This turned out to be a quarter mile away. My husband and I donned our snow shoes in order to tromp a path to the road since 36 inches of powder is no fun to walk through. We had a wind chill advisory that night, but this only means you need to cover up well to prevent frost bite. I put on my stuff and made sure my face and my husband's face were covered, grabbed my poles and off we went.

Have you ever snowshoed at night on new powder? If you're at all into winter, its one of the most sublime pleasures to be had.

Remember that cold I spoke about in my last post? I was busy being a festival of secretions, but its just a cold right? As we walked, I noticed a little tightness in my chest, and I seemed more easily winded than usual, but I brushed it off as not having been walking as much as usual. It was nice to have a few moments alone with husband and we tromped a path and were back to the house inside of forty minutes.

When we got back, my chest felt tight and I was tired so I went to bed. Woke up, sent hubby and guest out the door took more cold medicine and went back to bed.

After that it's a blur...At some point I woke up with a terrible fever and coughing copious yellow gunk. Hot bath, more cold medicine, back to bed. Hubby offered to take kids into town on our now plowed driveway. Sure fine whatever. I slept. Hubby came home and said something aoubt perhaps this was reaction to new drugs. I said something noncomittal and went back to sleep.

Woke with serious aching limbs and fever. Endlesss round of hot baths and cold medicine. Lying in one of those weird fever dreams that feel so much like having imbibed some less-than-quality mind altering chemicals (some really bad tequila I drank once comes to mind)

On Sat it occurred to me that this wasn't normal.

Called my friend the nurse and asked her when one should worry that a cold has turned to bronchitis.

This is depressing.

One of the problems with having a chronic illness is the length of time it takes for it to sink in that one is acutely ill.

On Sun I called the doc on-call over the weekend and got myself some antibiotics prescribed. Unfortunately, by this time, my bronchitis had become pnuemonia. A relatively long recovery for my poor lungs is expected.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Here I am again

Still tired, only now I have a roaring cold. I've started this new medication. I feel like Nicole Kidman in The Others. Or, more precisely, her children since they're the ones with the extreme sun sensitivity. I am sitting in my darkened bedroom, since the sun could actually burn me through the glass. I have ordered some fancy expensive sunglasses. And since its cold, I can wear a balaclava outdoors for awhile. For spring I have ordered a hat and I will order some sun gloves (yes they make them) from Coolibar. They make special sun protective clothing. Did you know that an average summer shirt is only about 10 SPF? So I also ordered a couple of shirts to wear over my T shirts. I'm also ordering what's known as a "rash shirt" and tights for swimming. These are basically a long sleeved, long legged swim suit--think wet suit.

This regimen is experimental, although the drugs are not. Its similar to a regimen they use to treat arthritis. The biggest side effect is the aforementioned sun sensitivity, but as with all Lyme treatments, it's likely that I will feel worse before I feel better.

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

More on Chronic Fatigue

Chronic fatigue requires one to be short and to the point in one's communications because long conversations wear one out.

Saturday, February 3, 2007

Chronic Fatigue

I'd like to write a post about how my chronic fatigue is flaring up right now, but I'm too tired tonight.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Cold snap

Its been pretty cold this week. This morning we had that beautiful clear sunshine that I treasure. When its this cold, the snow is pretty dry and it drifts off the trees and gets thrown into the air by the wind. I'm suddenly reminded that I'm living in Robert Frost country. For a very short time, when the sun is at the exact right angle in the morning, it all turns to gold.

Unfortunately I haven't been feeling as well as I was last month. I've been stiff and cranky in the mornings (Okay, not just mornings) and my walks have begun to take more effort. I did go x-country skiing with my son's class on Monday, but I was more tired than usual. I also had trouble with my right knee, it was so stiff as to make skiing difficult. It really wouldn't bend--to the point where one of the instructors noticed and asked if I had a bad knee.

*sigh*

I worry about being able to do my hike when I'm feeling less than terrific, but I was able to do some hiking last summer even though I felt positively cruddy. I just went slowly and packed light. I just keep telling myself that I will do it in my own time and my own way. If necessary, I can do it as a series of day hikes one weekend at a time.

The whole Long Trail hike is a metaphore for my recovery from Lyme. I'm not going to put my whole life on hold while waiting for a miracle that may never come. I'll just keep putting one foot in front of the other 'till I get where I'm going.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Movie Reveiw

I don't watch that many movies, but I just saw a great one. The Descent. Its about five women who go spelunking. Its got everything I like: scary stuff, women doing cool adventure travel, survival and trauma.

Its got a whole supernatural monster thing going, but even without that it's pretty scary. The mistakes the women make are not egregious. In fact, like any survival situation, it seems the mistakes are small. The real character flaw is hubris on the part of the leader. And the misplaced trust the rest of the party has in her.

Its great to see a horror film where the women act like grown-ups.

I reccomend getting the original cut, 'cause the cut for American audiences leaves the viewer hanging in a weird spot

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Two steps forward, one step back

Looks like the reason I was feeling so darn good for the last few weeks is at least partly due to the clindamycin I was on. When I came off of it, over about a week I started to feel like someone had turned up the gravity. This is not unusual, but I'm not thrilled.

On the other hand DR would like to try me on yet another drug that he believes will be very helpful. It has a couple of draw backs:
1. It makes one very sun sensitive.
2. It makes your symptoms worse before they get better

Now, when they say sun sensitive, they don't mean just slap on some extra sunscreen. They mean two minutes of exposure could be enough to give you a pretty nasty sunburn. I was on a similar drug last summer and my hand got burned through the windshield of my car while driving. Given that I'm fair skinned, grey eyed and I have freckles, this is a problem already. The literature for this treatment talks about it being a good idea to only go outside after dark! So, now I'm studying sun protection clothing. Any links or research from anyone out there would be greatly appreciated.

I have been asked if this will make me postpone my hiking. I really don't want it to. I'm not going to be foolish about it, but I refuse to put it off if humanly possible. If necessary, I will only hike in the Early AM (even before the sun comes up) so that I can be safely ensconced in some wooded glade before the rays get fierce.

Backpacking is still cheaper than therapy.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Happy Birthday to Me

I was 38 yesterday. My goal is to hike the entire trail by my 40th birthday, so the clocks started ticking.

Still haven't picked out my first weekend hike, but I think for the first and last section I'd like to do it solo. Kind of metaphorical I guess. I'm thinking aound the middle of June.

Continuing to train. I went snowshoing the other night. It was wicked dark. Overcast and foggy. I hadn't actually planned to walk home after dark, but I had snowshoed down to see my friend (she lives about a mile away). This was Mon. the day New England got hit by the ice storm. Not so bad for us, but the roads were pretty sloppy and slick. I had my kids meet me at my friends house and had my husband pick up the kids on his way home from work.

I hung out with my friend for a while longer 'cause she's just had surgery and in the tradition of strong women everywhere, she just was in too much danger of overdoing it. Eventually, I extracted a promise that she would stay on the couch and watch TV. I hadn't brought a headlamp and she couldn't find any of hers, but I figured there would be enough snow to give me some visibility. Plus, I had the dog with me and she knows the way home.

The fog was pretty bad, however I got home with no major mishaps. I do have an urge to invite many of the fantasy author's of the books my daughter reads to come out and visit us. They write about characters making their way through strange woods on dark, foggy moonless nights. Yeah, right. I want to set them loose on a dark, foggy, moonless night here and say "This is what dark looks like"

Friday, January 12, 2007

More progress

I walked four miles again today. Yay me!

I have to bring up another symptom. Something called exercise intolerance. This is when one can exercise, but feels completely wiped out for the rest of the day and most of the next. When I flare up, this is a real problem. It makes it way easy to get into a cycle of deconditioning. One feels pretty cruddy to start with, then any activity just destroys one. Your motivation for keeping in any kind of shape just isn't there.

Its very frustrating

Last summer I handled it by going for easy walks for 20 minutes or so when I could. As I said in an earlier post, I had a pretty rough spring and summer.

I'm really please with the fact that four miles is becoming a regular thing (so are the animals) and that it really is getting easier. Right now I feel tired and my knees, hips and hands are quite sore, but I don't have that run-over-by-a-truck tiredness that comes with the exercise intolerance.

Again, Yay me!

Signs of progress

I went to pick up hay for the goats yesterday. I get it from a farmer down in the valley. Its this great honor system thing. You go to his hay barn, grab your bales and then drop the money (2.50 a bale) into the jar on his porch marked "hay money". He's a real farmer. Cows, chickens, sheep, endless fields. Unlike me who just runs a personal petting zoo.

But I digress

So I was putting my two hay bales into the back of my SUV, and I thought "Huh, funny, these are a lot lighter than they should be." They fit into the back the way they usually do though (I can fit four into the back without putting down the seats). Went on with my day.

Got home after dark, so I left them in the car overnight.

This morning I took them out, loading them up into the the sled I use to move them to the goat pen. I thought again "These are really light, they must be smaller bales than usual" I took a good long look. They were baled by machine in the usual way with the usual amount of twine. They looked the same size. Suddenly, the penny dropped. I've been training. The bales are the same size, I'm just stronger. Whee!

I'm starting to believe in two things.

1. Maybe this Lyme treament is working
2.My goal of hiking the Long Trail is more than an ego thing. If I continue to train for hiking, my physical condition will continue to improve. Resulting in a happier, healthier, more capable wife for my husband, mom for my kids, EMT for my community and whatever else I need to be.

I thinks its called enlightened self interest.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

A quick note on risk

As I pointed out in an earlier post, hiking the Long Trail solo is much less risky than, say, driving my car. Here's a fun little article about risk assessment in Time Magazine.

Imagine that

Cold in January in Vermont!

We finally have some almost normal weather! I got up this morning and had to light both woodstoves. I don't have time for an extended walk today, so I'm off to bring in wood and then to town to pretend like I actually live in the 21st century (I figure that except for the internet, I spend more time in the 19th).

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Overdoing it

Walked 5.6 miles with the dog today. I am very tired.

This morning it was one of the few really cold days we've had this winter, so I decided to pack up a little daypack and spend a couple of hours out in it. The weather was mostly overcast with some in and out sunshine. We walked along the road that runs by a creek. It was very pretty with just an inch or two of snow. The tree were all out lined with white. It was very crisp and quiet and I really didn't want to turn around. We went two miles before I thought it would be a good idea to turn back as my hip was beginning to bother me. By the time I got home, it was pretty sore.

A little while later, it was time to head down to walk my kids home from the bus stop. Their bus stop is exactly .8 mile from out doorstep. I often get some grief from them about what a loooong walk it is, but it gives them and myself time to talk when I go meet them. I almost always try to meet them because its a way of building a mile and a half walk into my day. Perhaps it would have been prudent to skip it today--I think the extra mile did me in.

The dog is also pretty tired. She has spent the entire evening curled up either on the sofa or the bed. I think that it was not so much the distance that wiped us out as the temperature. There's a couple of hills that generally never fail to have me pulling off at least one layer of clothing and today those hills were vital to keeping me warm. I didn't feel cold while I was out, but I was really pleased I had loaded up on snacks for us both.

So to bed. I will say that there is a deep satisfaction to be had in going to bed really physically tired.

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Brain Fog

One of the real bitches of Lyme disease is not the physical problems, but the mental ones. There's a phenomenon known as "brain fog" that is common to several chronic diseases, including fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, arthritis, and I've heard recently, chemotherapy.

To explain: imagine the worst flu you ever had. You know the feeling you get when you've medicated away the body aches and the fever and the respiratory yuck? That surreal "I really should be in bed, but I can't afford to miss this meeting/class/date/exam, so I'll just have to suck it up and go anyway" feeling? Or worse yet that "I'm not going anywhere with this 105 degree fever" feeling? People who have these illnesses feel like that alot. More disturbing, we don't always realize that we're not firing on all cylinders. Its like the drunk being the least aware of how drunk they are.

So we develop coping skill and we muddle through as best we can. I've always figured I had the "I just feel too lousy to think straight" variety of brain fog. As my physical symptoms wane, my mental clarity has always gotten better. However, with the diagnosis of Lyme, the spector of actual neurological involvement rears its ugly head. Brrr.

Some experts say that chronic Lyme is not a real thing and that the rounds of antibiotics I've had should take care of the Lyme. Any lingering symptoms I might continue to have are something else. Other experts say that Lyme can hide in the tissues much like syphilis and cause a syndrome very like tertiary syphilis

Interestingly there is also a group of doctors examining the possibilty of a link between autism and Lyme disease.

It would be fascinating if it weren't so damned personal

Monday, January 8, 2007

Training update

I'm walking about four miles a day at least five times a week and I've lost five lbs. My Lyme symptoms are pretty good. Apart from the knee and hip pain, I'm feeling pretty good. Haven't started PT yet, mostly 'cause the whirl of holiday stuff has prevented me from making the appt. Plus the whole dental saga just continues. I only have a week left on the antibiotics tho'

My dog is very appreciative of the long walks, even when we take the goat. The goat and the dog have become friendly toward one another. However, I absolutely CANNOT let the dog see me taking the goat for a walk without her. I made this mistake over the weekend--my husband and children tell me that the dog spent the whole hour I was gone wailing and whimpering, "She left me! My mama left me! To walk the goat!" In dog, of course. Imagine, a solid hour of "arrrrooooo. Whiiiiiiiine. Rrrrrrfff". The dog forgave me much more quickly than my family did.

Sunday, January 7, 2007

Planning

I'm starting to do some actual planning now. I spend hours poring over the Long Trail Guide and trying to figure out my first section. Part of the problem is that although it takes the average person 3 weeks to hike the LT., I suspect that it might take me a bit longer. I think I will keep my first trip down to just an overnight, perhaps 10 miles. Just to get my legs as it were.

So, I'll hopefully do my first section in June. Black flies are bad then. Need mosquito nets.

Took my kids to the camping store today. My daughter, 11, asks "What is it with you and camping anyway?". I try to explain the attraction of silence and nature and beauty and she just looks at me. Like this:






When I was her age I was Forbidden from playing in the woods by myself. No kidding. My mom was afraid I'd get kidnapped or break an ankle or something. I used to go anyway. Never broke an ankle. I look back on it with a mother's eyes and I shudder actually--I could have broken an ankle and gone a good long time before I was found because of that. It would have been wiser if she's asked me precisly where I was going and known exactly when to expect me. Funny, she used those rules when I started dating.

Isn't it strange the things people consider dangerous? Last spring when I went dogsledding, my father was very worried. He acted as though I was proposing a six month stint in Antarctica rather than a week in Maine. I've gotten a similiar reaction to my current plan from other people. I've heard about the two women who were killed on the Appalachian Trail a number of times. And yet, statistically, women are still more in danger in their own homes than anywhere else in the world. And what about the suicide -machines most of us drive to work every day? I'm much more likely to roll my car off the road than I am to be axed by some crazed hiker.

I am a fairly careful person in reality. I'm told I look adventurous, but I don't feel it. I feel more of a plodder and a planner. I like to do these things but with minimum of risk and a maximum of comfort. I want to see pretty scenery and feel the wind in the trees and listen to the night sounds of the woods, not become part of a survival story.

Toward that end:
I will leave a very detailed trip plan with my husband or a good friend if my husband is with me. I will also post it here.
I will take an extensive first aid kit, including items that may be specific to myself and my companion.
I will talk to as many people who have hiked the LT to get the benefit of their experience.
I will check the weather before I go out.
I will not be afraid to put off a planned section hike if the weather or my physical condition look too dicey.
I will plan for reasonable distances.
I will do my solo section at the peak of the season so that there will be lots of traffic on the trail.

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

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Took a little vacation from blogging while my children and my spouse were home over winter break. I hope everyone had a fine New Year.

My wonderful spouse, Bryan, gave me a wonderful Solstice present: a book called Pack Goat. We already own two goats and we really enjoy them. We plan on breeding them next spring and having them as milk animals. This book opens the possibility of using the goats as pack animals.

This has gotten me very excited. One of the things that worries me about my planned trips is the weight of my back pack. According to this book and the other sources I've been looking at, yearling goats can pack 15-20% of their own weight and more as they grow older. If I can train my goats to carry much of my load, that would be wonderful. Apparently this is an idea that is catching on out west although I haven't seen it here in New England yet.

Goats have some real advantages over other pack animals for hiking. One of the most obvious is their ability to walk wherever a person can go. Given that they're mountain critters as opposed to being grassland critters like horses, they tear up the trail much less and are less likely to hurt themselves. Goats are even in keeping with "Leave no Trace" principles; their scat and hoof prints are deerlike, they're relatively quiet, and although they will eat trail side plants, their preference is for woody stems and weeds like dandelion.

I have two goats, both female. One is too old to learn to pack, but the younger one is still young enough that I'm going to try. We plan to breed them in Feb so that the kids will be due in July. Then I intend to hand raise the kids so that I can start training them right away. I might not have a pack goat for this summers sections of the LT, but hopefully for the sections I intend to cover in the summer of '08, I will have a four footed hiking partner or two.

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