I feel like crap, which is nothing unusual, except I've added Lyme's Disease to my list of ailments. I guess I figured I didn't suffer enough already, I needed to find a  tick and let him chew into me and give me something else that hurts like hell. Well, in a way, the Lyme's Disease doesn't seem to hurt that bad, it make's what does hurt ten times worse, along with a fever, sudden break-outs in cold-sweats and the feeling that I weight 500 lbs. every time I get up and try to walk, which is not very often. Oh, yeah, and it can kill you.

 According to WebMD:

"Lyme disease is a bacterial infection transmitted by deer ticks infected with the Borrelia burgdorferi bacteria. Named after the town in Connecticut where the disease was first discovered, Lyme disease causes a peculiar rash and arthritis symptoms. Lyme disease has been reported in nearly all U.S. states, although most cases are concentrated in the coastal northeast, Mid-Atlantic States, Wisconsin, Minnesota, and northern California. In addition to causing arthritis, Lyme disease can also cause heart, brain, and nerve problems". 

I felt great Thursday, or at least Thursday morning, as Terri and I worked our butts off cleaning everything in the house that could possibly have nicotine on it, except the walls and ceilings. That will have to be done by someone who has a lot more ass than I have right now. I think the landlord will hire someone to paint it, she's pretty cool. I was really, really tired Thursday night and kept falling asleep while I was using my laptop. No kidding. Terri finally told me to go to bed, and I really don't remember getting in bed. But getting up?

I could not get out of bed. I told Terri I needed some help, I could barely move and she felt my head and I was burning up. My regular doctor doesn't usually see patients on Friday, and I had just seen him on Wednesday and was OK, but he relented and in about 30 minutes I was on my way to the hospital for drug tests. They thought I had the flu and when I walked in, some nurse put a mask on my face. After the drug tests I came home, feeling worse and worse by the minute, when my doctor finally called.

He told me I had Lyme's Desease and said there is only one sure cure. He called me in some strong antibiotics and added I needed to put the Lyme in the Cononut and call him in the morning.  Smart-ass!