Post by Travis on Jun 1, 2005 22:38:38 GMT -5
Okay great, I put it in the wrong place(lyme general). Jeez, okay here it is finally, before the these two bacterias have destroyed my brain completely
So I have been being treated for Lyme/Morgellons disease for 5 months. Everything has been fine, except in the last two weeks or so I noticed that I could feel a little movement or possibly bite about 1-2 hours before I took my medication.
Anyway, I come back home one night and I just get a huge morgellons attack. A complete and incapacitating attack that hadn't happened since the first time I contracted it. I got freaked out about all the bugs in my house, since there were pretty much zero when I left(and nothing was left open), and I had come back two hours later. Anyway, I started freaking out about the bugs since I have insectphobia sometimes, like in situations like this. I call my friends and can't really get a hold of them. I don't know what to do, but I just can't stay in the house. I believe that I need new antibiotics because they became resistant to it.
So I call the ER. Bad idea, but lets continue the story. The ER docs get there and i'm sweating, literally, from the morgellons and just the fear of the insects. I tell them that I have morgellons disease which was diagnosed by my nurse practicioner, and the fact that I just need to get out of the house. I tell them to go take a look in the tub(I had just taken an epsom salt bath to see if that would help the morgellon attack). They come back and tell me that they saw some strange things that may or may not of been parasites(which was what was left after I got out). Anyway, they eventually take me off in a van. I don't know what else to do.
So I get to the ER and the nurse immediatly asks for a urine sample of course. I don't know how to explain it but I swear that the environment around me was changing... like I touched one of the icecubes and it just went into my skin and left a normal white sprout. Anyway, I drank the water, even though it made my throat feel like there was a fungus growing in it. Every drink, and it felt more and more like a strep throat. Anyway, I was dehydrated when I got there.
I drank 12 cups of water and I was still dehydrated. The arrogant and bitchy nurse told me that I couldn't have any more and that I had to take a urine test soon, or else they would do it manuallly(yes, it's real fun to, the most painful thing i've ever felt). Anyway, after about 2-3 hours I urinated about 6-7 droplets, which was all I could force out of myself. The nurse came in and said it was okay(thank god). She came back later, and matter-of-factly said I had amphetamines in my system. I told her that Provigil often gives false positives for that and that ended her snide comments.
So during all this time I was walking around, itching like hell, not being able to sleep, and everything else. The doc finally came in and I explained everything. I explained that I had a REAL disease and he could call Ginger Savely, my nurse practicioner if he wanted to to confirm. He talked a little more about bs things and then was about to go. I asked him if he wanted to examine me or at least look at my hand(which had morgellon crap coming out of me. He said no, to which I pleaded and asked for some antibiotics. He left the room.
Anyway, blah blah blah, hours and hours of being attacked by these things and no one cares. One nurse did actually, I showed her a few weird things like one the fibers that would grow, and grow and grow. Basically she came back every so often to watch how far the thing had gone and was pretty amazed that this fiber was growing by itself. Anyway, she of course knew that I didn't use the bed anymore(which was where the hair was.). After 4 hours from it being 3 inches, it grew to about a foot, wrapping around in weird ways. I told her that if you wanted to watch it disapear, I could just touch it and it would probably enter my finger and go into my body. She sort of looked at me like she might believe me, and she said yes. I touched the hair very bairly with my right finger so she could see that I wasn't tricking her or anything, and basically the hair vanished into my finger. She was amazed again, and she wanted me to tell her all of the "normal" morgellons symptoms that we have. I told her them, and told her this website. Anyway, she was the nurse who after the doctor ordered me to be sent away, she got in a fight about it(this is what I heard from the mental ward)saying that I was not mentally ill, suicidal, or a threat to myself or others.
Anyway, basically a great ignorant, arrgoant, know-it-all social worker/psychologist came in to "assess" me. I knew it was all over then, mainly because the doctor wouldn't tell me my diagnosis, and the fact that this certain social worker already had her mind made up before she entered the room. So she asked me quesions and I responded to them. It wouldn't of mattered what i've said anway. There were no right answers in her game.
So then I hear i'm getting shipped off to a mental ward in Seton Shoal Creek, which i've been before, but only on the drug addicts ward, which is heavenly compared to the crazy ward.
I had good thoughts though. I thought that I would be able to see my doctor that day, and i'd be out of there, since my doctor knows my whole sitution. Well it turns out it's Sunday, and Monday is a holiday. So my doctor didn't find out I was there until Tuesday. And of course, as soon as he came in, he was like, yah sorry for the wait you shouldn't of even been here.
And he apologized for the two previoud doctors that saw me, because they knew nothing about me except my medical record which didn't contain much in the way of the human spirit. They breezed through it in ten seconds flat both times each man saw me, went on some pointed psychologically viewpoint that they had concoccted, and labeled that as universal law basically. I might not be intelligent but I have a BA in Psychology. So when I actually cut through their bullpoop psychogarggle, they got a little snippity with me since they were supposed to have the upperhand, and they were supposed to be the only ones to diagnose what I was. Who I was basically. I continued with both of them on those two different days to just annoy the hell out of them by confronting them on there basic procedures they were using to try and convince me I was insane. I told them they should of tried harder, and put some more effort into the doc-patient relationship. The first one just said okay, fine, if you don't want to listen to this serious disease of psychosis that you have, then that's fine, but i'm not going to take these defense mechanisms that you've built up to ignore anything pertinent I say. I told him good day sir, sorry I couldn't of been of more service but i'm currently in psychosis, which only limits me to be unable to talk lucidly, logically, and in calm psychological state of mind. I think he laughed when he left... ahh great times.
So I have been being treated for Lyme/Morgellons disease for 5 months. Everything has been fine, except in the last two weeks or so I noticed that I could feel a little movement or possibly bite about 1-2 hours before I took my medication.
Anyway, I come back home one night and I just get a huge morgellons attack. A complete and incapacitating attack that hadn't happened since the first time I contracted it. I got freaked out about all the bugs in my house, since there were pretty much zero when I left(and nothing was left open), and I had come back two hours later. Anyway, I started freaking out about the bugs since I have insectphobia sometimes, like in situations like this. I call my friends and can't really get a hold of them. I don't know what to do, but I just can't stay in the house. I believe that I need new antibiotics because they became resistant to it.
So I call the ER. Bad idea, but lets continue the story. The ER docs get there and i'm sweating, literally, from the morgellons and just the fear of the insects. I tell them that I have morgellons disease which was diagnosed by my nurse practicioner, and the fact that I just need to get out of the house. I tell them to go take a look in the tub(I had just taken an epsom salt bath to see if that would help the morgellon attack). They come back and tell me that they saw some strange things that may or may not of been parasites(which was what was left after I got out). Anyway, they eventually take me off in a van. I don't know what else to do.
So I get to the ER and the nurse immediatly asks for a urine sample of course. I don't know how to explain it but I swear that the environment around me was changing... like I touched one of the icecubes and it just went into my skin and left a normal white sprout. Anyway, I drank the water, even though it made my throat feel like there was a fungus growing in it. Every drink, and it felt more and more like a strep throat. Anyway, I was dehydrated when I got there.
I drank 12 cups of water and I was still dehydrated. The arrogant and bitchy nurse told me that I couldn't have any more and that I had to take a urine test soon, or else they would do it manuallly(yes, it's real fun to, the most painful thing i've ever felt). Anyway, after about 2-3 hours I urinated about 6-7 droplets, which was all I could force out of myself. The nurse came in and said it was okay(thank god). She came back later, and matter-of-factly said I had amphetamines in my system. I told her that Provigil often gives false positives for that and that ended her snide comments.
So during all this time I was walking around, itching like hell, not being able to sleep, and everything else. The doc finally came in and I explained everything. I explained that I had a REAL disease and he could call Ginger Savely, my nurse practicioner if he wanted to to confirm. He talked a little more about bs things and then was about to go. I asked him if he wanted to examine me or at least look at my hand(which had morgellon crap coming out of me. He said no, to which I pleaded and asked for some antibiotics. He left the room.
Anyway, blah blah blah, hours and hours of being attacked by these things and no one cares. One nurse did actually, I showed her a few weird things like one the fibers that would grow, and grow and grow. Basically she came back every so often to watch how far the thing had gone and was pretty amazed that this fiber was growing by itself. Anyway, she of course knew that I didn't use the bed anymore(which was where the hair was.). After 4 hours from it being 3 inches, it grew to about a foot, wrapping around in weird ways. I told her that if you wanted to watch it disapear, I could just touch it and it would probably enter my finger and go into my body. She sort of looked at me like she might believe me, and she said yes. I touched the hair very bairly with my right finger so she could see that I wasn't tricking her or anything, and basically the hair vanished into my finger. She was amazed again, and she wanted me to tell her all of the "normal" morgellons symptoms that we have. I told her them, and told her this website. Anyway, she was the nurse who after the doctor ordered me to be sent away, she got in a fight about it(this is what I heard from the mental ward)saying that I was not mentally ill, suicidal, or a threat to myself or others.
Anyway, basically a great ignorant, arrgoant, know-it-all social worker/psychologist came in to "assess" me. I knew it was all over then, mainly because the doctor wouldn't tell me my diagnosis, and the fact that this certain social worker already had her mind made up before she entered the room. So she asked me quesions and I responded to them. It wouldn't of mattered what i've said anway. There were no right answers in her game.
So then I hear i'm getting shipped off to a mental ward in Seton Shoal Creek, which i've been before, but only on the drug addicts ward, which is heavenly compared to the crazy ward.
I had good thoughts though. I thought that I would be able to see my doctor that day, and i'd be out of there, since my doctor knows my whole sitution. Well it turns out it's Sunday, and Monday is a holiday. So my doctor didn't find out I was there until Tuesday. And of course, as soon as he came in, he was like, yah sorry for the wait you shouldn't of even been here.
And he apologized for the two previoud doctors that saw me, because they knew nothing about me except my medical record which didn't contain much in the way of the human spirit. They breezed through it in ten seconds flat both times each man saw me, went on some pointed psychologically viewpoint that they had concoccted, and labeled that as universal law basically. I might not be intelligent but I have a BA in Psychology. So when I actually cut through their bullpoop psychogarggle, they got a little snippity with me since they were supposed to have the upperhand, and they were supposed to be the only ones to diagnose what I was. Who I was basically. I continued with both of them on those two different days to just annoy the hell out of them by confronting them on there basic procedures they were using to try and convince me I was insane. I told them they should of tried harder, and put some more effort into the doc-patient relationship. The first one just said okay, fine, if you don't want to listen to this serious disease of psychosis that you have, then that's fine, but i'm not going to take these defense mechanisms that you've built up to ignore anything pertinent I say. I told him good day sir, sorry I couldn't of been of more service but i'm currently in psychosis, which only limits me to be unable to talk lucidly, logically, and in calm psychological state of mind. I think he laughed when he left... ahh great times.