Summer of ’17

It’s a cruel (it’s a cruel), cruel summer/Now it’s gone/ Leaving me here in August…

Any song anywhere can be adapted to fit one’s needs, don’t you think?

I’m not going to sugar coat things, Chronic friends, this summer has been hell.

Last we spoke, I was recovering from a freak allergic reaction, or at least that’s what we’re calling it because no one is actually sure.

That was just under 3 months ago. Since then:

-I was found to have a weird genetic mutation/condition, called hereditary hemochromatosis (which don’t you worry, will be getting its own blog post in a hot minute), which causes the body to retain iron to the point that it is overloaded and the iron then poisons your organs (yeah, wish I was kidding about this one; PS: If you are related to me and I didn’t send you a form letter in the mail, you aren’t on the side I inherited it from.)

-Underwent treatment for the weird above, which meant donating blood and going off a medication that I’ve been on for 7 years that was negatively contributing to my iron storage levels.

-My mouth and throat symptoms never went away after my allergic reaction, despite removing nearly everything from my diet and slowly reintroducing things back (Except berries. No more berries). Excessive amounts of steroids didn’t do anything but make me crazy and give me a thrush infection in my esophagus. My doctor refused to give me an antibiotic despite developing fevers and additional symptoms, so I got a new doctor, but not before I developed an infection so bad that the lymph node behind my ear solidified into a rock hard knuckle on the side of my head that could actually be seen when standing away from me. Still don’t have a clear chicken-egg trajectory on what exactly happened here.

-I’ve lost over 15 pounds from not being able to eat due to throat pain and reactivity and if one more person asks me why I’m upset about this I’m going to flipping lose it on them. I haven’t been able to exercise at all due to extreme weakness, people, and I have a lot of displaced Hulk-type rage that hasn’t had an outlet.

-My new doctor has decided to treat me for Lyme disease because I had a bullseye rash 10 years ago, was never treated for it (doctor at the time said it was “stress”) and all the weirdest of my weird has happened since then, so you know, plausible hypothesis.

Additionally, my family was devastated by my beautiful, dear, sweet, wonderful cousin’s sudden death at the end of June.

I only have 4-letter words for this summer, and this summer knows it.

Update: I started writing this post last week, but was interrupted by MY KITCHEN CEILING CAVING IN. Seriously. There was a leak in the upstairs bathroom, and now my kitchen looks like this:

So you know, sorry I haven’t been keeping up-to-date with this here blog-er-ooney. My insides and my outsides are literally falling apart.



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