At 7, I was slurring my words. By 9, I could hardly hold my head up. Finally, I staggered to bed. The next morning, I woke up with pounding head, cotton mouth, eyes puffy. What the hell did I do last night? I tried to remember…
Oh yeah…Nuttin fun, just rode the rollercoaster of low pressure/high pressure. It appears as though post-lyme, my body has become a human barometer.
If this keeps up, I swear I’m taking up drinking.
