Commentary: The undead: they’re out there
Depending on where you reside in the U.S., you’ve probably seen them. Fumbling with their change on the grocery line; drifting into your lane on the highway; stumbling on the sidewalk for no apparent reason. Sometimes old, sometimes young, students, teachers, colleagues, employers, white collar, blue collar, no collar, they’re there. Fatigued, frustrated, twitching, pained, scrambling for words that don’t come, but, generally always hiding their brain fog behind an apologetic smile. A smile much like you see when a person tries to communicate in a non-native language. These are the walking dead, the Lymees.
Who are these people and why do they mope and whine so much? Could it be that their symptoms are often similar to arthritis; or MS; or Alzheimer’s; or Parkinson’s; or ALS; or FM; or CFS; or POTS; or any combination of the aforementioned. Or is it because the countless antibiotics and other medication they generally take is more than AIDS patients take and feels as bad as chemotherapy. Or that the depression and anxiety accompanying the disease is intolerable. Nah, they’re just whiners.
If you see any of these Lymee Losers, you best stay clear of them; they just might knock some coffee on you or lecture you on the dangers of contracting Lyme. For the more courageous, approach them with caution. And for the extreme thrill seeker, give them a hug. They could use the encouragement.
Have you hugged a Lymee today?