It's just the Lyme.

Often, I will get a new symptom and brush it off, saying that's just the Lyme. Because that's what I blame everything on nowadays [that's a word??? SWEET!]. Headache: Lyme. Cramps: Lyme. Bad Knee: Lyme. Dizziness: Lyme. Puking: Lyme. (Well, indirectly, as I have a bad immune system from Lyme.)

For all I know I could have cancer or a brain tumor, and be blaming it on Lyme. I can't decide it that's something to joke about, or something that should scare me half to death. 

Because I can't tell what symptoms are the Lyme and what are something else. I can't tell where the bacteria are attacking me, and even if I could there are too many symptoms to keep track of.

Mom can't judge if we're all getting the stomach flu by if I'm nauseous or if I threw up. It just can't work that way or things would be a mess.

So I pile it into one big mess, and hope and pray it's just Lyme.

(Though I do take comfort in the fact I wasn't tested traditionally for Lyme, and the testing that I did have would probably make anything else show up.)