Last Christmas, I was in month six of what ended up being 13 months of intense mold treatment (on top of Lyme treatment!) and I wasn’t allowed to even step foot inside any building that hadn’t been cleared for mold. No shopping malls, no movie theaters, not even a grocery store. I was a prisoner in my apartment and I didn’t like it one bit. At that time, I could easily list off all the things going wrong in my life—and was hard-pressed to acknowledge anything about it that was good.
This week I wrote a guest blog for Paradigm Change, and I go into detail about my recovery from Lyme disease and mold. Take a look!
Every year on August 8th my family celebrates the day I started walking again. At 13 years old my knees became too painful to even stand up, so we rented a wheelchair to make it easier to get around school. As the months went on, everything worsened and spread. Soon I was bedridden and in constant body-wide pain. I couldn’t leave my hospital bed in my room due to severe back pain. I couldn’t breathe if I sat up straight or laid down flat. I couldn’t be touched anywhere on my shoulders or back due to intense hypersensitivity. I couldn’t put pressure on my legs to stand or walk because of the weakness and stabbing in my knees. My neck always hurt. All I could do was keep taking my meds and hope that one day the pain would stop. Continue reading “A Closer Look: The Day I Started Walking”
I’ve been dealing with Lyme disease for over ten years, and to this day I still get caught off guard with herx’s and flare-ups. When they happen, there’s always this moment of complete terror when I think that my life as I know it is going to come crumbling down around me. At the first sign of symptoms I instantly think it’s a relapse, and even though this has been my life for over a decade, I feel helpless and at a loss of what to do next. Continue reading “Having a flare up? Here’s some home remedies that have helped me.”
After 12 months of waiting for the green-light to be able to go back into buildings again, I had had enough. I wanted a haircut and my long hair was driving me absolutely crazy. But I couldn’t go get a haircut, because even just a few minutes in a potentially moldy building could derail all our hard work thus far, so the only option left was to cut it at home. Continue reading “Cutting My Own Hair (and not ending in disaster like that time I was three…)”