Return of the fog and receiving to heal

Day three of my next Mora and Cumanda rotation.  This is generally my mid-level difficulty rotation. If I was to rank them. :)  Currently, after 2.5 years of being on Cowden (and many other supplements and various meds of course) I find I have the best chance of feeling good on Samento and Banderol.  I rarely feel good on Mora and Cumanda, but it's not as bad as Enula and Houttunyia.  So we will see how these next few weeks go.

With the new rotation, I noticed almost right away that my brain fog levels went up.  And my 'get up and go' seems to have left me for the most part.  What I do ever have of it anyways.  I think I notice so much because I'm coming off the Samento and Banderol.  Where I have the most clarity in my head and the most energy in my body.  So the contrast is obvious and of course a little depressing.

But maybe it's time to once again take a conscious look at what gifts this lack of both energy and clarity bring?  It's better than the other choice...

It's not that I haven't considered the gifts of chronic lyme before.  I have, many times. On some occasions in a state of actual happiness.  On other days in total desperation for something, anything, positive to hang on to.  To make it through. It's the premise I began this blog with.  Gratitude.  Life opening up in a way it never could have before.  The gifts of chronic illness. 

So far, in between the masses of heartbreak, I have found the gifts to be many. Although I still don't trust 100% in the process of letting this journey take its course. I desperately want to.  Believe. Trust. Let go. ( But I can't always. Why can't I?  WHY???????????) I'm honestly there sometimes and then there are many moments when the doubt creeps in.  And I have to talk myself out of it. My hope is that someday I will be there, most of the time, in that state.  And be able to anchor myself in it - no matter what may be happening around me. 

I, like so many of the rest of us, have learned through my education, my career, my mere existence in North American society... that the way to live is to come up with goals and then quickly achieve them.  And I got really good at this.  (Well, I think so!).  I can plan, organize, and get things done like nobody's business.  If you need someone you can rely on to follow through and make stuff happen - I'm your gal.  Well, I used to be. 

And now I realize that it, life, is NOT up to me.  It's not really up to any of us of course.  We just live in a culture that makes us believe that we can (and absolutely should!) be in control.  So we grasp at that concept and live in massive subconscious fear that this precious control may be taken away from us.  When chronic illness hits and all the planning and intentions and fruits of one's labours go straight out the window it's one heck of a shock. So we grieve and, naturally, try desperately to regain domination over our lives.   

I freaked out initially upon diagnosis and did my fair share of grieving and grasping at threads of control.  I could no longer work, lost my home, lost my ability to parent, lost my social life, lost most hope of ever feeling less than tortured in my own body... you know the drill.  Health and financial concerns skyrocketed. I went over and over budget spreadsheets hoping to make them work somehow.  Thinking that if I put in enough effort I could magically make life turn out okay - at least on paper.

And what about now?  It took me maybe six months to start (baby steps!) learning how to let go. I'm getting better at it.  "To let go, and let God" as they say.  I do believe it's the answer.  Or at least a huge part of the answer.  (And I've given up enough that I no longer believe I can ever really 'know' the answer - and I'm good with that!). The true way to live one's life.  And honestly, at this point, what other choice do I really have if I don't want to agonize through each and every moment?

Anyhow, I have been following Life Beyond Lyme Lifestyle on Facebook the last while (https://www.facebook.com/LifeBeyondLyme) and Angela had this cool little quote that inspired me.  Apologies as I can't remember the first half of it AND I can't even seem to find it again, but the second half of it said something along the lines of 'you need to receive to heal'.   I have read so much about healing being about loving yourself.  And if you think you are loving yourself, you need to love yourself even more.  And I can understand that conceptually but at the same time it wasn't really super sinking in... in a way that touched me at my core.  This last statement did. 

So I'm watching now... watching for the ways I can receive.  For the gifts that are naturally there for me.  To love myself and nurture myself more.  To fill myself up so there is so much more to spill over and give to others. 

What does more brain fog, less clarity, and less energy offer up?  Well, less talking, less thinking, more silence, less doing, slowing down, more resting, more hanging out, less frantic and hectic, more peace and calm. And I'm here - in case anyone needs me.  Someone to talk to, to listen, to hear.  I'm available for the most part.

Except for when you're fighting FOMO, there aren't too many ways to go wrong with more peace and calm and being able to be there for your friends and family. :)

I'll keep watching.  And being grateful for these beautiful spiritual and life lessons I am receiving.

A little bit of biking!

Here I am - nearly a week since my last post, and I have just increased my Houttunyia and Enula dosages to 28 drops today.  This means it took me a full week to go from 26 to 28 drops.  It's slow.  But I'm living a little bit. :)

The kids were at the Grandparent's place for three days last weekend.  That meant hubbie and I had some free time together - wooeee, baby! I love my kids, but oh do I also love the freedom of not having that responsibility once in awhile too.

So, we packed in the frugal, uber-relaxed fun.  What do other lymies do for fun?  We are on a super tight budget, so spending in any big way is out - no shopping sprees, expensive dinners, movies and popcorn, hotel mini-vacations, spa days, etc.  And of course my fatigue and brain fog are huge still too (much better, but huge compared to a healthy person).  So we can't hike or run or zip line or anything like that either.

We ended up going to the beach for a wee walk in the water - just up to our ankles.  Heaven feeling the sand under my feet!  Water is super grounding for me too.  Then we sat on the beach for a long time.  Chatting and chilling.  We did actually go to dinner too.  But we tend to go to an organic, vegetarian place where you pay by weight.  So I get a LOT of salads.  Which I enjoy because I rarely have the energy to make these at home - a real treat.  And the food is actually safe for me to eat at this place.  We also went for a little walk around a downtown neighbourhood (my husband drove us there in the car).  We both love the architecture of the old houses as well as the lush, full gardens and mature trees in these types of neighbourhoods.  Inspiring. Tried to watch a movie one evening at home but we were too tired.  The evening before we went to a movie out - a real movie at the cinema!  This isn't in the budget, but we ask for movie gift certificates for birthdays and Christmas gifts.  A total mini-break from reality.

So these are our date night ideas... walks, a cheap and healthy bit of food out, nature that is close-by, a movie treat.  Sometimes we people watch too.  Sit on a bench in a busy area and just hang out.  Pretty fabulous considering I spent over a year primarily in bed and in pain, but I still wouldn't mind more ideas. 

(And of course all of this fun - with ample resting in between mind you! - resulted in the worst symptoms I have seen in awhile. Major word slurring, brain fog, more body pain, etc.  But I didn't care!)

I need to get to the coolest part of this post though!  We ended up at an end-of-school party for the kids near the end of June.  The host family happened to be a car-free family with a bunch of bikes.  Hubbie and I had previously played around with the idea of getting a tandem bike - so I could sit at the back, barely peddle, and not have to balance or steer.  I miss biking with my family! We searched for a bit on kijiji, but quickly realized that tandem bikes are pricey - way out of our budget.  And we didn't even know if I could actually do it.  Well, this generous family were going out of town on vacation and have just lent us a tandem bike for a few weeks!  We went for our first bike ride two nights ago.  The first time I have biked in literally years.

I adored it.  Do you remember how it feels to bike?  I don't even remember what it feels like to walk without pain - never mind run, or swim, or jump...   We went for a 20 minute ride.  It was scary and a little painful, but mostly massively awesome.  I could cry with the joy.  It's hard to absorb, it's that great.

Right now, for the record, I can walk for about 20 minutes on a usual, 'good' day.  And I'm sore, and sometimes feel like my ankles will give out, but I do it.  Riding in a car as a passenger - with pillows beneath and behind me - has the pain start at about 40 minutes into the drive.  At an hour it gets bad.  If the road is bumpy (Ontario roads!) I end up in tears from the pain. 

So being able to bike - just for a little bit - feels like a miracle.  Gratitude for little miracles!

Too tired, but I can!

I'm grateful right now that I'm sitting at the computer on the main floor of our house while homemade granola cooks in the oven.  I need to stir it every 10 minutes.  It's on a timer.

It's 7:00 pm and I'm too tired to be doing this really.  But we have company coming for the weekend, and I try to prep everything (cleaning, shopping lists, yard work, meals, snacks, beverages, laundry, kids' homework, weekend To Dos... you get the idea) beforehand - starting a good week in advance.  All this so that I'm not too wrecked to enjoy their company.  This granola is a little last minute, as they are to be arriving in the next couple of hours.  But I know that I won't be able to do this plus cook breakfast, lunch and dinner tomorrow without being too tried if I put it off until the morning.

(And these sentences might not be making a lot of sense due to the lyme brain fog - apologies!  I can think the thoughts clearly in my head, but by the time I type them I get a little lost sometimes.  My head is fuzzy and it hurts.  My fingers aren't working perfectly on the keyboard.  But both body parts are still getting the job done - yay!).

Usually I get up in the morning and cook anything for the day right off the bat.  First thing.  When my energy is higher.  So I will get up on Saturday morning, take meds, wait, take more meds, lemon water, iodine in water, green juice or smoothie, vitamins, more vitamins, make breakfast for the family (steel cut oats tomorrow morning, with chia raspberry sauce, maple syrup, cinnamon, coconut oil - yum!), more vitamins (!), and then make dinner.  Vegan bobotie with rice for tomorrow (in case you were curious!).  Then I will rest.  Then I will take more meds, more water, and make lunch.  Then I nap.  This is how I structure my days.  It works.  It's great, for what it is of course.

So, yes, I am extremely grateful that I CAN do this.  That it is actually an option to do it.  I am too tired, but it shouldn't make me crash. Not today anyhow.  And I will rest right after this, before they arrive, as well.

I couldn't say this a year ago.  Maybe not even 6 months ago.

Progress.  Great healing progress.

Happy weekend!