Thursday, September 14, 2017

Greetings Laff Lovers,

I finally figured out what my problem is. I have Lyme disease. It's an infection that comes from the bite of a tiny deer tick, and while I really don't spend much time hiking, or camping, or bushwhacking, or getting familiar with deer, or any other kind of wildlife for that matter, Lyme disease can lie dormant in the human body for years before erupting. So who knows when in the last five or ten years I might have been a light snack for some passing deer tick?

All I know is that when I read the list of symptoms it was like reading my personal diary.

The symptoms include, but are not limited to; headaches (check), fatigue (check), fever (check), chills (check), shortness of breath (check), dizziness (check), shooting pains in the extremities (check), cardiac irregularities (check), facial paralysis (sometimes), muscle spasms (check), severe mental impairment (check), loss of control of body functions (check), and finally chronic depression (double-check).

Yeah, it's not exactly a party, but at least now I have a name to give it. And all this time I thought it was just being married.

Diagnostically,

TZ

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