Well, I think I’m doing much better lately. I don’t suddenly lose words like I was doing. Do you know how annoying it is to suddenly forget the word for fridge in the middle of a conversation when you’re trying to sound intelligent?
“I’m just going to run and stick my lunch in…uh…that white box thing that keeps food cold and I’ll be right back to help you set up, ok?”
“You know, I think I’ve got it covered. Are you sure you can handle working today? Maybe you need to go home and rest.”
“No, no, I’m fine. Just forgot the word for fridge for a second there.”
I still tire out really easily, but something reconnected in my brain and on top of losing words less often, I am no longer taking an hour to compose a single paragraph. Yahoo!
I’ve been thinking, though. If I knew I’d get Lyme disease, would I have avoided gardening and hiking and feeding feral cats? I don’t think so. I still do some of those things, although I am a little weird about it.
“Here, kitty, kitty. I’ll just stand three feet away so I don’t startle him, wait til his head is in the bowl and stretch over with the treatment tube… Ah, ha! You’re good for another month, buddy.”
It isn’t cheap treating every stray I still haven’t managed to trap and place in a new home, but it is worth avoiding having them drag ticks near the house.
And gardening - well, I like to do that when temps are well below freezing and hide indoors when it is nice. I’m certainly not doing much, either. Walking across the yard wears me out. Digging and transplanting -forget it.
Hiking is still really important to me, too, but I haven’t gotten the nerve or the stamina to venture back out there.
So, what about you? Would you have still done things that could result in a tick bite? Are you still doing that kind of stuff? I really want to know.