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Fever.
06-Jul-10I picked a deer tick off of me a day ago, came down with a fever almost simultaneously, and now I have the tell-tale rash developing around the bite; it looks like Lyme disease. Most unfortunate. I’ve heard that the test is both unreliable and (for those without insurance) expensive (I heard $500 today), so it’s likely that a doctor will skip the test and start me on the antibiotics, so this may be as certain as I’ll ever be that I’ve got the disease.
Seeing the world with feverish eyes is strange; it changes everything, and reminds you how much you depend on the proper functioning of the body. Food feels strange, activity feels strange, even air and temperature feel strange. I don’t have a high fever, so I’m utterly functional, but everything is altered. And my brain is certainly not as sharp, which I hate. I’d ask you all to pray for me, but considering my recent rants on that topic, I imagine I’d better not.