As much as I like my blog, Facebook notes are probably easier for me and I reserve the right to duplicate efforts over here.
The story so far: I’ve temporarily relocated to Pennsylvania in order to pursue an intensive treatment for the collection of tick-borne infectious diseases I’ve managed to collect. It will be several courses of intravenous and oral antibiotics administered over a long period of time. The infectious disease specialist that came up with this idea is based in Washington DC, an eighteen hour drive from home. Since he wants to see me frequently, I had to get closer.
The doctor warned me that this would be a harsh treatment. I tend to agree with him since I got my first dose yesterday. The drugs are introduced via a PICC, (peripherally inserted central catheter) sort of a long-term IV. The side effects came on relatively fast, about three hours after the dose. Those effects included nausea and extreme fatigue and they lasted for about six hours. That was one dose. Tomorrow I get two doses, and two doses over other day until I’m directed to stop. Eek! With any luck, there will be enough time in the twelve hour interval that I can regain some wherewithal and contribute to society and assist Elaine, the friend who is graciously acting as both landlady and caregiver. If not, I will be out of action for an extended period of time. After all, who wants to puke on their laptop?
I found a most excellent general practitioner up here, Doctor Claudia Jatto. Seriously, she’s one of the most amazing physicians I’ve ever met and her staff is extraordinary. She will serve as my local medical point-of-contact should I have a problem while not in DC. Dr. Jatto is totally on board with the IV treatment, seems to have a gasp of the blood pressure issue and even had some suggestions for the specialist, but will defer to his judgement. That’s just refreshing.
Despite the illness, the distance from my friends and family and the effects of treatment, I remain optimistic about the future. Expect updates as I learn new things. Until then, I bid you love, peace and hair grease. -M.
