I've been inspired to blog more often by the book I'm reading, Why Girls are Weird, by Pamela Ribon, aka Pamie from TelevisionWithoutPity.com and pamie.com. I realize I am a terrible blogger. Susan Juby (aka author of Alice, I Think and it's sequel, Miss Smithers, due out this Spring, and hostess of susanjuby.com) and I were discussing the difficulties of writing books as well as blogs. Because if you're a novelist AND a blogger, you're always like, “Well, that funny thing that happened to me would make a great blog. But it would also make a great scene in a book.” So you're always, “Do I blog about it? Or put it in a book?” You can't use it for BOTH (although I know probably will, though I swear not on purpose).
Anyway, I've also been inspired by your many, many get well wishes. I had no idea so many people read this diary! Really, thank you. And I swear I'm fine, except for the whole tiredness/forgetfulness/sore wrists thing. Thanks SO MUCH to everyone who have assured me that Michael's eyes are brown as peat bogs, and that Tina has three sisters and a brother. It is SO nice to know that all of you are out there looking out for me. I hope you all had a great Christmas/Hannukah/kwanzaa. I know I did. I spent mine in Key West, Florida, which, in case you don't know, is the southernmost point in the continental US, an island about four miles long.
Since my doctor says the lyme disease meds can make patients sensitive to sunlight, I had to put off taking them until I got home from FL. I'm glad I did, even if it means I'll feel sicker longer, because it was BEAUTIFUL in Key West, really sunny and 75 degrees almost the whole time we were there. It was SOOOO nice to sit in the sun and read books and chill out by the pool. I could TOTALLY do this full time. Well, at least six months and a day per year, which is the amount of time I would need to stay in FL every year in order to take advantage of it's complete lack of state income tax.
Not that I checked into this, or anything. Plus if I get wireless down there, I can even write by the pool….
Anyway, this is really just a “thank you and don't worry about me” blog, but I totally resolve in the New Year to post entries more than twice a month. I was even thinking about blogging during my book tour next month—like a travel log. What do you think?
Anyway, back to the slime disease: I am still completely grossed out that a tick got on me and I didn't know it. I am a pretty healthy person. Except for an occasional bout of bronchitis, I have never had a serious illness before. I always THINK I'm sick and my doctor's always like, “Um, Meg, you don't even have a fever.” Still, you can never be too sure. No one was more surprised than me (except maybe my doctor) to find out I actually DO have something wrong with me for a change.
The weird thing about this is that I'm still not sure how long I've had it. MAYBE I got it in Connecticut last summer. Or MAYBE I got it in Indiana circa 1983. Because that would TOTALLY explain why I flunked freshman Algebra. Twice. Not to mention the 410 I got on my Math SATs. Or how about my complete lack of upper body strength during the chin up part of the Presidential Fitness Exam all through grade school? Hello? Did anyone consider I might have LYME???
That's all I'm saying. Like, I never had a lyme test before, so it's entirely possible I've had it longer than I thought. What if I could blame lyme for EVERYTHING that's ever gone wrong in my life? That would be kind of cool. What if I could blame it for that REALLY STUPID guy I dated? Hello, if he's reading this, he knows EXACTLY who he is, and he should STILL be ashamed of himself, even though it was 20 years ago.
If I could blame HIM on lyme disease, it would make me feel a lot better.
Plus, because of lyme disease, my husband carried all the bags, did all the driving, made all the plans, and brought me things ALL WEEK LONG. I could totally get used to this.
Sadly, I will begin to get better as soon as I start taking meds tomorrow, though I'm told I'll feel pretty sick when I do, so there's that to look forward to. I mean, Ben bringing me things like ice cream in bed, and all of that.
In the meantime, though, I just wanted to wish you all a merry post-Christmukkah and let you know how happy and grateful I am that you care. Right back atcha all, even if you don't hear it personally from me for a while.
And I promise another blog soon.