I’m currently sitting on the train once more – IC49 just passed through Riihimäki in Southern Finland. I traveled to Helsinki on Tuesday, and got my IV-antibiotics and a Vitamin B drip yesterday, at the clinic.
Since I have felt successively better I brought my jogging gear with me, aiming for an evening run yesterday. That didn’t happen.
Yesterday I had my worst day so far during the antibiotics treatment started on June 1st. Simply put, I experienced all my familiar symptoms times 1.5. A few short walks to and from the buses were enough to trigger severe pain and the furiously uncomfortable cramp hitting the left side of my body.
Add to this cramping under the left sole, dizziness, tremors, nausea, extrasystolic heartbeats, an intestinal pinball game. Buzzing – like small electric currents – through the thighs, calves, into the toes.
Enter a max amount of painkillers – even if it just dulls, not makes the symptoms go away. Some zopiclone addressing the neurologic mess somewhat. Follows a passive evening, felling sick, sweating, drinking a lot of lemon water, riding the misery out.
I want to – I will – believe that I have a reaction against endotoxins, the result of a spirochete slaughtering taking place. The 4th week of treatment is an infamous one, without anybody knowing exactly why. Maybe the antibiotics make their mark. Maybe the borrelia bug reproduces. Who knows.
The exact reason as to why is of minor importance to me. I fight through the attacks and choose to believe they are a sign of something good happening within.
And I certainly won’t give in. The best defense is a good offense, regarding both lyme and football (soccer). Tonight I will go supporting our local pride FF Jaro in the six-point game against KTP – an opponent that Jaro should be able to – and really need to – leave trailing behind in the league table.
I hope for an attacking approach at the Centralplan (“Central pitch”) as well. The fight continues.