Dreams post lyme infection have always been interesting, but on both the zith and the minocycline, I’m never sure what the night will hold.
Take last night as a common example. Squirrels. Come in the house, live with me (because they lived with the lady who owned the house previous to me) and when I scold them, they begin to eat my head.
Convinced that they will eat my brain if left to their own wishes, I bag them and threaten to take them to live in a suburb that hosts a large petrochemical company.
Ha! Got ’em. No tellin’ what tonight will hold. I’m up, the kid is out the door and I am ready to face a bad cold in the other, intense abdominal pain and a house that once again looks like an explosion went off in it.
One moment at a time.