The great unwashed

Forgive the silence here over the last two weeks -- I've been bed-ridden. Actually, I've been couch-ridden. Very slowly I'm coming out of it, but the last week and a half has been perhaps the most difficult since I initially got sick years ago. And if it sounds like terrible fun to be stuck on the couch forced to watch movies for a while, I can tell you that after several days of being unable to do anything else, it leads to the worst kind of despair. I couldn't work, or return voice mails, or email. My muscles were exhausted, so climbing the stairs to look at my computer was a feat in itself. And don't even think about showering. (Sheesh. This is depressing.) I never want to watch TV again. And that's saying something.

I talked to my doctor again, and he said he was "very encouraged." (Hmmph.) He cut down one of my medications, and indicated that I need to lay low for the next three months -- no travel if I can avoid it, try not to completely overtax myself. It may take a year for me to really start feeling better, and I'm trying to process that as well.

This is probably more than you ever wanted to know about Lyme disease. I promise, we'll get back to Austen soon.