I am so used
to being in pain and feeling tired, kinda feverish, and rather cruddy that when
I get sick, I usually pass over it, thinking that it’s just a Lyme disease
flareup. I never see my Lyme specialists anymore because I am getting better
and better all the time but when I do get sick, I wait and hope for it will go
away on it’s own because I am so used to thinking of sick as something that
doesn’t pass, as something that I can’t do anything about. And because I have a
horribly irrational fear of ever letting my regular doctors know that something
is wrong with me. Not because of them, but because then it goes onto my record
and the insurance companies know that I’ve been sick.
From my
experience, insurance companies will quite literally ruin your life in order
not to cover any health care and now I believe that having any medical record besides
annual checkups and recorded good health is a liability.
So I’ve been
having sweating through the quilts fevers and chills for the past couple of
months had vague abdominal pain and I just ignored it or, when it was really
bugging me, chalked it up to Lyme Disease.
Well,
finally about two weeks ago I realized that this probably wasn’t Lyme disease
but it took me until two days ago to realize that not only could I do something
about it, but I would feel better too if I took care of it. So I did what I
never do and saw a doctor. Bladder infection. Antibiotics. Bam. Easy!
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