What’s better than being with two of your favorite people in one of the most fascinating cities in the world?
For Labor Day weekend 2017, I met two dear friends from Chicago in New York. We went shopping, saw a Broadway show, and visited Madam Tussauds wax museum. I hadn’t seen Nancy and Angela much since moving to Maryland, but I always loved spending time with them.
But my constant companions also joined us for the journey: Fatigue. Hoarseness. Insomnia. Muscle Pain. Cold Intolerance.
Recently, my hair stylist had also told me that my hair was falling out.
By that time, I was starting to wonder if I might have hypothyroidism. After all, my dad had it, and I knew an underactive thyroid could cause some of my symptoms.
Nancy urged me to make a doctor’s appointment. But there was one problem. Since my husband, daughters, and I had moved to Maryland, I hadn’t found a new primary care doctor.
During the twelve years I’d lived in Illinois, I only saw my PCP once and never went to an immediate care clinic. When I was pregnant, I saw an OBGYN, and when I traveled overseas, I got vaccines. Sometimes I got colds, but, besides that, I was healthy.
But let me get back to my story.
Between making that September 2017 appointment and seeing the doctor, I started suspecting the truth.
We lived in a Lyme-endemic area, and my fatigue had become chronic and debilitating. The extreme nature of my exhaustion seemed to fit what I’d heard about Lyme disease. Plus, I knew hair loss and muscle pain were also associated with Borrelia burgdorferi.
But that doctor’s visit wouldn’t lead to the cure I was hoping for. Click here to read “Misdiagnosed and Feeling Like a Hypochondriac.”