reply to post by Iwinder
Yes, that's how it was with me. One day, everything was fine. Then the next day, I woke up and felt so horrifically awful, like somebody had beat
me all over with a 2X4, even on the bottoms of my feet. My skin hurt all over, my fingers were swollen and numb, and my brain just sort of stopped
I felt sure that I was dying, because nobody could feel that badly and NOT be dying. I thought I may have a bad flu, but after a few weeks, I had to
see a doctor.
And then, as they say, the rest is history. You're cruising along, living life, full of energy, and then you literally hit a brick wall, and it's
all over. I was accused of being lazy, of being a malingerer, then finally kicked aside and left alone to deal with two small children, in a house in
the middle of nowhere.
I spent a great deal of my children's childhood in bed, or on the couch. They were cheated out of a mother, so there was more than one victim with
this disease. My kids are understanding, of course, but I look with intense regret at the past, wondering what would have been, had I not been
blindsided by a primitive little organism, made deadly and powerful.
I am also terribly concerned, as I feel that both my daughters are carrying this bug, and my younger daughter seems to have problems with her
It IS communicable. That is the thing they don't want anybody to know. If a person is lucky, they will not succumb. If they're not....the whole
awful story repeats itself, and destroys another life.
I don't believe there will ever be justice for us, not until long after we are dead and gone.