LET IDSA HAVE IT ALL.

HELLO, AMERICA! YOU BRAVE LYME-WARRIORS! I just want to wish us all good luck - and take my lyme and give the IDSA a great - green hug and a bug from me! Just to let them have it my way! I have the brain sort - it goes straight to their heads - and : You look great, IDSA! It's all in your heads. Just like mine. Do you feel sick? Chronic lyme does not exist. - How I hope and pray for bug-IDSA-day. - Good health to you all brave warriors! Hugs from me! We all hug with the same bug! And to day I must say I am quite fed up with borrelia burgdorferi! - Just pray for the winning day.

TAKE ME BACK TO THE SILENT FORESTS

I'M HYPER-SENSITIVE TO SOUNDS!

I want to be there in autumn, when the damned birds stopped singing.

Just a week ago, it was me, sitting there on a damp root, getting wet behind.
Never mind.
Not a single bird, not a falling leaf.
What a Life.
I heard the silence of the fog deep down in the valley.

That sound I can stand.

Now, as my lap-top is open, I sit here exactly like that poor creature I have drawn.
It is not only the disturbance of noise, that tortures. It is the stress, that triggers the pain from the infected nervous system. That is why I hate doves. Is that OK? If you are a Borr-alien?

AN ANGEL IN WHITE

HURRAH! BRAVO TO MY LYME-DOC!

JOIN US IN SCANDINAVIA IN CELEBRATING THE OFFICIAL OPENING OF NORWEGIAN (Lyme) BORELIOSE-CENTER.

This man, is the only ILADS doctor for ca 18 million people. Ca 50.000 infected with Bb a year.
Health care gives the IDSA-kind: 200mg Doxy in 14 days. Then the sick can carry their beds out of the hospital and stop pretending they're ill.

My doc has fought for us in a few years. He uses the German Augsburg-method. AND PEOPLE GET WELL!
The lame boy is running again!

My Angel-Doc is skinny, you cannot see his wings and his hair is short, but quite golden. I think it is the glory growing out of his scull.
He treats us with interest, passion to heal and the total respect for our souls and our bacterias.

COME RESCUE ME!

IMPRISONED BY LYME.

I colored my pain beautiful. Stop the war, badge says. No more atomic bombs! (In my joints.)(Fingers.) (Used to use them for work.)

Yellow is yelling - pain as sour as lemon. Like a cover-up or extra-skin.

See my eyes? Ever had neurological pain like glowing pins in the pupil?
Blue is icy neuro-pain, red is hammering, orange glowing.
The football is the trauma. The whole mess was named PTSD by my doctor. Post-traumatic stress-disorder. Ok, I said. Happy to have a name for this. It means my soul is aching? Yes, my Angel in White replied. Then the soul must be the biggest organ of the organism? I asked. She smiled, said nothing. I saw what she meant. It was all in my head. So here you look into the head of a patient of patience. For three years I got still worse. An expanding soul that crap was. By some kind of accident, a blood-sample was taken. "You have borrelia," she said. And then no more. What is that, I thought. After 3½ years. I found it on Google. OMG! 78 symptoms - I got bingo on 67. There it was! My Prison - no PTSD. What I hadn't got? Dementia, death, erection-disorder (well - I am a woman, but with lyme you never know).
I made an opening on top of the cell, just to get out of my skin some time.

MY NEUROLOGIST DR. ARKEBUZIUS.

SPECIALIZED IN MEASURING BLOODSTREAM IN THE BRAINS OF ELDERLY DEMENTED WOMEN.

So he measured mine.

As you see, the picture is not finished. I keep it in the cellar, were bad memories are locked up behind bars.

I feel sick, when I think back.

What he said? About me, having tremors, being spastic?

"They talk about neuroborrelisois - Lyme. There is no such. She is an old woman seeking attention. She is easily diverted. She has a colorful imagination. Her "tremor" is psychogenic."
I was dressed in orange. That sweater I have not used since. Makes me feel sick to my stomach and sad in heart.

Its said empathic doctors have the healthiest patients. They get cured, not harassed. - Makes kind of difference to your health---.

WHEN I GOT SPASTIC.

MY ARMS WERE WAVING, MY LEGS FLUTTERED, MY FEET STUMBLED.

I LOOKED LIKE A WINDMILL IN FULL STORM.

So what do you do? Sit home for 8-9 months waiting for spiros to leave just that area of your neurological -center?

I thought: I am not the only one with spastic disease or tremor. I go for my regular walk, let them stare, I do not give a damn. I want fresh air, it soothes the neuropatic pain in skin and eyes.

In the night, a shivering got the bed jumping. Very exhausting way to rest, but after a while the body felt warm, the heartbeat calmed down - and my body came to rest. What a joy! Life is wonderful!

DIAGNOSIS:

YOU LOOK GREAT.

That is Lyme.
When I came to the doctor, shivering, in pain, walking the stick, she looked at me: You look healthy.
Yes. That is Lyme.

Bacterias don't color you green. Alas. Else we would be pitied, taken care of, getting all sorts of medication. But who will treat you when you look like having the Time of Your Life?
And - sorry to say - you are having it.
Never forget the time you got ticked.
Out of the door you are kicked.
With your stick.
Feeling sick.
Wow - and looking Great!
HAPPY TIMES ARE HERE AGAIN.