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Lyme Please Help

https://www.gofundme.com/florida-lyme At the end of March, 2018, I went hiking on the trails in northern Florida with my boyfriend. Before I knew it, I was covered by at least 15 ticks. I quickly removed all the ones I saw and thought that was all of them. It wasn’t until the next day I realized my grave mistake. I had missed at least three nymphs (tiny baby ones) in my inner thigh region. Flu-like symptoms hit me about a week later. Raging fever of 102.3, nausea, vomiting, extreme joint pain, fatigue, myalgia, mental confusion; the list goes on.. I thought I had a flu virus without a sore throat or runny nose. After visiting with the first doctor, she refused to put me on antibiotics, even though I had told her the story about how I was recently covered in ticks. I didn’t find a doctor who would start me on antibiotics until three weeks later. After one negative Erhlichosis test, and two negative Lyme tests, my doctors began to treat me as if I was crazy. Of course this is after racking up my medical expenses to almost $9,000.00 after just two visits. Not only did I have to battle this violent disease alone, but I had to also deal with my former employer accusing me of being a drug addict. One of my former supervisors drove over three hours to show up at my house, unnannounced, and accused me of being a drug addict during my unpaid sick leave at the time. She also claimed she was there to save my life by taking me back with her to a Christian Hospital in Jacksonville. I called the CEO and made a formal complaint, he admitted sending her there and told me I should handle it woman to woman . After being completely humiliated, I decided enough was enough, and I resigned from the so-called "family company" to focus on my steadily declining physical condition/constitution and much-needed healing. I’ve lost my career, my friends, my security, my savings, and almost my sanity throughout this entire ordeal, but I refuse to give up! After three months of excruciatingly painful symptoms, the constant, agonizing discomfort finally began to subside. I thought I was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel! Life had given me two weeks of normalacy, only to slap me back in the face with reality. My symptoms came back ten-fold, and everything I had planned in my life for those two weeks was no longer an option. So now it’s currently back to the drawing board.. With no income, I’m attempting every natural way to fight my disease and pray my symptoms soon subside. I need an Igenex test; a test that tests for multiple strains of Lyme and other tick-born illnesses. The test alone is $1,346.25, and my insurance doesn’t cover a penny of it. I already have over $3.000 dollars in medical debt alone, and I no longer have a source of income at all. I have had a job since the age of 15, and I have always taken pride in my independence and working for my own way in life. I never thought that at the early age of 27 I would have to ask for handouts, but I am left with no other choice. I sincerely and humbly ask for any advice or financial help towards getting the proper testing and treatment for me, from a Lyme literate doctor who actually takes the disease seriously, would be greatly appreciated. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. https://igenex.com #lymedisease #fucklyme

#charity #tick #gofundme

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Resilience

Runaway As many of you know I left my home at the age of 16. Many of you created your own kind reasons for me doing so. Crazy bitch, selifish, spoiled, drug addict etc. Although, I have been extremely lucky to escape the full claws of the metoo movement. I feel that there is another side of the #metoo movement that really needs to come to light. At the age of 4, my mom began to date my Step Father. He quickly moved in and became alpha, ensuring I called him master( I wish I was exaggerating).He gave me a spanking every day just in case I was bad. As a child, I called him the bogey man, I and in that innocent wisdom I knew how life would play out. Life was strange growing up with complete opposite parental figures in your life. As time went by tensions got worse. The first time my step really put his hands on me was when I was in seventh grade. I forgot to grab my dogs leash out of her cage when I put her in her crate. My mother was on the phone in the living room and I was sitting on the couch next to her watching the simpsons. He came in screaming at me about the dog leash, I told him I forgot I left it in there. That answer was unacceptable as he then hooked the leash around my throat and started choking me as my mother watched and continued her phone conversation. That scene was multiplied by the hundreds over the next four years until I finally had the nerve to run away. I begged other members of my family, my friends, my friends families, I talked to anyone that would listen and would help. In a sick twist, my cries fell upon deaf ears. Friends that I had known for years accused me of faking. It was heartbreaking. Eventually I found comfort in the numbness of drugs. I no longer cared if I lived or died, the pain was unbearable. After a few more embarrassing ordeals on my behalf, I finally got sober, obtained my ged and started college. I made the deans list each semester and was a member of Phi Theta Kappa. Life seemed to be improving until my biological father began to call me every week claiming he was going to commit suicide. This is coming from a man I didn’t meet until I was 16. Eventually his cries of depression engulfed me and I fell back into my old ways. Only worse. I was introduced into OxyContin at the age of 18 and was fully hooked for almost a year and a half. I stole, I lied, I cheated, nothing mattered but getting my next fix. My addiction is how I ended up in an arranged marriage to Jason. I stole 1k from my stepdad and was given the choice to either get married and move to Japan or go to prison and have a felony on my record. They thought this was their only way to save me. In August of 2010, I was sent to Japan. Jason was fully aware it was an arranged marriage and that I did not want to marry him. He went through with it anyways. Once I arrived, I realized that I was his property. I was not allowed to leave the dorm, buy groceries, go off base or even explore on base for that matter. I was confined to 600sqft for four months as our marriage papers processed. I slept on a tiny love seat couch because I refused to sleep or be anywhere near him. I also refused other things wives are expected to do and in response I’d wake up in the middle of the night with his hands down my pants. His temper grew worse and worse as he saw his fucked up fairy tale was unraveling and that you can’t force any woman to love you. Especially one as defiant as me. I finally was able to secure a position at the officers club and worked with my boss at the time on an escape plan to come back to the US. Two weeks later Fukushima hit and I was evacuated first class back to the states not long after that and I have refused to look back. Even through all the bad, I’m so grateful for the random encounters I’ve made along my journey and for the new friends I have found along the way.

#runaway #fukushima #journal #recovery #free