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My name is Michelle and I have been diagnosed with Lyme’s disease.
Let me tell you a little about myself and how I’ve gotten to this point.
I am 30 years old. I love reading, and gaming. I love sushi and family. I take pride in helping others when they are down. I feed homeless people as well as donate to my local food bank when I can. On a normal day I have found a love of painting, and there are a lot of people in my life that I’m not ready to say goodbye to.
I have always been a lover of the outdoors, always playing outside and being dirty. Sometimes, (you can ask my cousins) being completely covered in mud would happen. I liked to play with the boys. I grew up in Northern Florida, lots of wooded areas, lots of mudding, 4-wheelers, camping, snorkeling and fishing.
When I was 5 years old I was bitten by a tick. Of course, I found it and screamed like a little girl as my grandparents plucked it off with some tweezers. They didn’t do it right. They didn’t know any better. How could they have? They were not educated in tick bites. No one we knew had Lyme’s Disease. They wouldn’t know this was going to happen.
A week or so later I got really sick, flu like, with a fever and everything. It even lasted a lot longer than usual, so there’s that. My pediatrician wrote it off as the flu. I never developed the bulls-eye target thingy that everyone is always talking about.
Around age 6, I began not being able to sleep at night. My mind just wouldn’t stop. So I would wait for hours, until my grandparents went to bed, and then I would get up and watch tv because I couldn’t get to sleep. Some blame this on cartoon network just being invented, I just say it kept me entertained while I couldn’t sleep. For those of you who grew up in the 90’s and actually stayed up all night to see if it was actually 24 hours a day know that Wacky Races came on at 6 AM. So I knew it was time to crawl into bed, and get ready to pretend to be asleep until my grandparents came in to “wake” me up for school. This went on for at least 2 years.
Since it’s physically impossible to stay awake forever. My body took solace on sick days, where I was watched and made sure to stay in bed. I got sick really often. Benadryl was my friend during those times.
By the time 3rd grade came around I was kind of a pro at messing around in class. I had high energy, out of nowhere. I was over excited. I would finish my work before anyone else and then bother everyone else. I got in trouble a lot. My school recommended to my grandfather that I needed to see a psychologist. Away we went. I can’t remember her name, but everything she learned about me, she learned from me playing house on a barbie dream house. She decided I had Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD.)
The medication Ritalin and Dexedrine that I was prescribed gave me numerous headaches, and permanently dilated my pupils. Honestly, I felt like I looked deranged. The medication was stopped at the request of my father, thank god. I really feel like it did a lot of damage.
Several years later, during puberty, the opposite happened. Along with growth spurts, no period to go along with them, I got extremely tired. Sometimes I would be so tired, the school would have to call my dad to pick me up in the middle of the day, and he would bring me to work where I would sleep anywhere I could. Under a table in the X RAY reading room, under a CT Scan computer table. I was exhausted. Some days, even on the weekends I would sleep all the time. My father thought it was depression, and one time even took the door off the hinges, picked me up, and put me outside, and yelled through the slammed and locked door to “go play,” as if that was going to fix anything. LOL. He didn’t know any better either. He was doing the best he could.
Later on, in high school. I got accepted into the vocal program at the Pinellas County Center for the Arts, and that was a big deal. That program ran me ragged, through no fault of their own. It was my outlet for everything, and I was thankful for their faith in me. However, during my sophomore year, everything became a gigantic blur. Days and weeks were running together. I was forgetting that I had homework due and started to have failing grades, which was the first time in my history that I was working my butt off to do my best but wasn’t able to. I told my principal/director that I wanted to drop out of school because I couldn’t take it. He wouldn’t let me. He had me call another number instead. I ended up at P-Tec Team for my last 2 and a half years of school. Mostly because I had some catching up to do. I was finally able to have teachers that understood the fog I was in, and helped out as much as they could. I did well. I was pleased with my progress. I finished. Which made my dad happy and me employable.
My first few jobs came and went, really every job I have had has kind of done that. The minute the stress becomes too much, I get sick, end up missing too much work and something happens where I either snap and quit, or get let go because of too many absences. I am trying desperately to not let that happen this time. It’s an amazing job, with great benefits.
So, finally, after seeing numerous doctors, which I won’t name because we literally don’t have time for that, I found the doctor who I’m seeing now. He believes that I’m in pain, and are tired and that it’s not all in my head for once. I found out that I have several sleep disorders. These are covered by insurance, sleep apnea and narcolepsy. In addition, I was also diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. He decided that wasn’t enough. There had to be a reason I was still exhausted at the end of the day, and a reason I wasn’t getting to that “good sleep” portion of the night, so he called for more blood work. He did what was called a Chronic Fatigue Panel, honestly, we didn’t know what we would find. We found Lyme Disease.
Finding out that I have Lyme Disease is kind of a burden as well as a huge relief. I didn’t make it up. There’s a blood test that proves that, I’m not crazy.
Finding out there are even less doctors that will treat this disease properly is even worse. The ones that do, don’t take insurance out of fear of being persecuted by them for treating it properly. I’ve had mine for 25 years. I’m pretty sure that I’m going to need a little more than 28 days of Doxycycline.
I want to say that I absolutely hate having to pander for money, which is what I feel like this is. I tell you my sob story, and the donate to help me. However, I’m not willing to accept a death sentence when I live in one of the wealthiest countries on the planet. So hopefully you guys can help. Anything helps. I plan to start treatment soon. From what I’ve learned about it, is it can run upwards to $3000.00 per week. And that’s just for the iv antibiotics, two-four hours per day 5 days per week. Not including the on going testing that I will need to get throughout the treatment. Thank goodness I live so close to a good center, I won’t need to fork out for room and board like so many others.
The reason I’ve decided to pander is that I do not accept defeat. I’m an avid gamer, if you play wow, it will be what gets me through my treatment, so maybe you’ll want to play with me? Diablo III? Let me know, that is another way you can help.
I can’t tell you how thankful I am for you just getting this far. Even if you don’t donate, it’s amazing that you now know my story, and can spread that onto others if you wish.
For the redditors that will no doubt see this, this is for you:
TL/DR; A girl age 5 got bit by a tick and has Lymes disease, and now she is 30 and money is the only thing standing in the way of her treatment. Please donate. Share. Game with me.
My name is Michelle and I have been diagnosed with Lyme’s disease.
Let me tell you a little about myself and how I’ve gotten to this point.
I am 30 years old. I love reading, and gaming. I love sushi and family. I take pride in helping others when they are down. I feed homeless people as well as donate to my local food bank when I can. On a normal day I have found a love of painting, and there are a lot of people in my life that I’m not ready to say goodbye to.
I have always been a lover of the outdoors, always playing outside and being dirty. Sometimes, (you can ask my cousins) being completely covered in mud would happen. I liked to play with the boys. I grew up in Northern Florida, lots of wooded areas, lots of mudding, 4-wheelers, camping, snorkeling and fishing.
When I was 5 years old I was bitten by a tick. Of course, I found it and screamed like a little girl as my grandparents plucked it off with some tweezers. They didn’t do it right. They didn’t know any better. How could they have? They were not educated in tick bites. No one we knew had Lyme’s Disease. They wouldn’t know this was going to happen.
A week or so later I got really sick, flu like, with a fever and everything. It even lasted a lot longer than usual, so there’s that. My pediatrician wrote it off as the flu. I never developed the bulls-eye target thingy that everyone is always talking about.
Around age 6, I began not being able to sleep at night. My mind just wouldn’t stop. So I would wait for hours, until my grandparents went to bed, and then I would get up and watch tv because I couldn’t get to sleep. Some blame this on cartoon network just being invented, I just say it kept me entertained while I couldn’t sleep. For those of you who grew up in the 90’s and actually stayed up all night to see if it was actually 24 hours a day know that Wacky Races came on at 6 AM. So I knew it was time to crawl into bed, and get ready to pretend to be asleep until my grandparents came in to “wake” me up for school. This went on for at least 2 years.
Since it’s physically impossible to stay awake forever. My body took solace on sick days, where I was watched and made sure to stay in bed. I got sick really often. Benadryl was my friend during those times.
By the time 3rd grade came around I was kind of a pro at messing around in class. I had high energy, out of nowhere. I was over excited. I would finish my work before anyone else and then bother everyone else. I got in trouble a lot. My school recommended to my grandfather that I needed to see a psychologist. Away we went. I can’t remember her name, but everything she learned about me, she learned from me playing house on a barbie dream house. She decided I had Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD.)
The medication Ritalin and Dexedrine that I was prescribed gave me numerous headaches, and permanently dilated my pupils. Honestly, I felt like I looked deranged. The medication was stopped at the request of my father, thank god. I really feel like it did a lot of damage.
Several years later, during puberty, the opposite happened. Along with growth spurts, no period to go along with them, I got extremely tired. Sometimes I would be so tired, the school would have to call my dad to pick me up in the middle of the day, and he would bring me to work where I would sleep anywhere I could. Under a table in the X RAY reading room, under a CT Scan computer table. I was exhausted. Some days, even on the weekends I would sleep all the time. My father thought it was depression, and one time even took the door off the hinges, picked me up, and put me outside, and yelled through the slammed and locked door to “go play,” as if that was going to fix anything. LOL. He didn’t know any better either. He was doing the best he could.
Later on, in high school. I got accepted into the vocal program at the Pinellas County Center for the Arts, and that was a big deal. That program ran me ragged, through no fault of their own. It was my outlet for everything, and I was thankful for their faith in me. However, during my sophomore year, everything became a gigantic blur. Days and weeks were running together. I was forgetting that I had homework due and started to have failing grades, which was the first time in my history that I was working my butt off to do my best but wasn’t able to. I told my principal/director that I wanted to drop out of school because I couldn’t take it. He wouldn’t let me. He had me call another number instead. I ended up at P-Tec Team for my last 2 and a half years of school. Mostly because I had some catching up to do. I was finally able to have teachers that understood the fog I was in, and helped out as much as they could. I did well. I was pleased with my progress. I finished. Which made my dad happy and me employable.
My first few jobs came and went, really every job I have had has kind of done that. The minute the stress becomes too much, I get sick, end up missing too much work and something happens where I either snap and quit, or get let go because of too many absences. I am trying desperately to not let that happen this time. It’s an amazing job, with great benefits.
So, finally, after seeing numerous doctors, which I won’t name because we literally don’t have time for that, I found the doctor who I’m seeing now. He believes that I’m in pain, and are tired and that it’s not all in my head for once. I found out that I have several sleep disorders. These are covered by insurance, sleep apnea and narcolepsy. In addition, I was also diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. He decided that wasn’t enough. There had to be a reason I was still exhausted at the end of the day, and a reason I wasn’t getting to that “good sleep” portion of the night, so he called for more blood work. He did what was called a Chronic Fatigue Panel, honestly, we didn’t know what we would find. We found Lyme Disease.
Finding out that I have Lyme Disease is kind of a burden as well as a huge relief. I didn’t make it up. There’s a blood test that proves that, I’m not crazy.
Finding out there are even less doctors that will treat this disease properly is even worse. The ones that do, don’t take insurance out of fear of being persecuted by them for treating it properly. I’ve had mine for 25 years. I’m pretty sure that I’m going to need a little more than 28 days of Doxycycline.
I want to say that I absolutely hate having to pander for money, which is what I feel like this is. I tell you my sob story, and the donate to help me. However, I’m not willing to accept a death sentence when I live in one of the wealthiest countries on the planet. So hopefully you guys can help. Anything helps. I plan to start treatment soon. From what I’ve learned about it, is it can run upwards to $3000.00 per week. And that’s just for the iv antibiotics, two-four hours per day 5 days per week. Not including the on going testing that I will need to get throughout the treatment. Thank goodness I live so close to a good center, I won’t need to fork out for room and board like so many others.
The reason I’ve decided to pander is that I do not accept defeat. I’m an avid gamer, if you play wow, it will be what gets me through my treatment, so maybe you’ll want to play with me? Diablo III? Let me know, that is another way you can help.
I can’t tell you how thankful I am for you just getting this far. Even if you don’t donate, it’s amazing that you now know my story, and can spread that onto others if you wish.
For the redditors that will no doubt see this, this is for you:
TL/DR; A girl age 5 got bit by a tick and has Lymes disease, and now she is 30 and money is the only thing standing in the way of her treatment. Please donate. Share. Game with me.
Organizador
Michelle Lynn Pradhan
Organizador
Tampa, FL
