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---.

BORRELIA MENINGIT.

INFECTION TO THE BRAIN.

This is normally a serious stage. Me - I was kicked out from the doctors, with the words: You should go for regular walks.
Exercise they meant.

A" brain-infection work-out" - You've been to some too?

As I grew worse, I laid in bed trying to exercise my lounges, so they would not stop breathing. Hard, I can tell. Used my whole will to get air.
The autonomic nervous system had crashed. So had the rest of me. I could not move. Paralyzed. In bed, happily.
This started in the second year of my Lyme, the neuroborreliosis, which is most common in Europe.
I lost weight. Got so thin, that I could have started modelling.

You always gain something, when you loose a lot!

MY LYME-JOKE-DOC.

THE FUNNIEST DISEASE OF THE WORLD IS LYME.

3 doctors all agree: this patient should call her shrink. She is nuts, crazy, got it all in her head.

Yes I had. A billion bacterias in the brain and CNS and nervous system. But those bastard spiros were invisible.
You see my hands, glowing as hot oranges? It is the nervous pain.
Besides: my ears had started ringing, and where oversensitive to sounds. Me - an idiot had told that bluedress doctor about it. And there she comes: Laughing the roof off. And me in heavy shock.I still feel the vibs. - 4 years later -. HAHA. Great fun.

AS THE BOMB WAS TICKING.

I WAS WORKING.

I had a busy time, had to finish two huge pieces of art, packing 80 pieces for the full-scale exhibition of my life as an artist.
Grand success - 8 pages in the press. My grandchildren in trance - they "had a famous granny".

And time was running out. On opening night I was so ill, my throat burning, me near collapse - so exhausted. I could not take part of the Grand Opening-Night Party. 29 of June 2006. Since then no parties for me --.

I did not know this obscure flue was Lyme-Borreliosis, and bacterias spreading in my nervous system.

AT THE HAUNTED CASTLE OF SOUTHERN SWEDEN

I WAS BITTEN BY A TICK.

I knew nothing about the tick-borne disease, in Europe called Lyme Borreliosis.

I found the tick in my left armpit, 3 days later. I had earlier been living in a part of Norway, where ticks were common, but Lyme-Borreliosis rare. So I picked that tick out of my skin, burned the sack full of my blood, with a match, as I used to do, living in Tickland in Norway. - Not knowing that the castle of Krapperup, Sweden was haunted since 1500. Every 50. year a catastrophe would strike a poor victim. Now it was me - I got Lyme.