As I pull out my neglected bag of medication I feel the pang of guilt sink in my stomach. Since my arrival in Auckland I’ve done my best to ignore my Lyme at all cost. Staying absorbed in each adventure and convincing myself this was a much needed ‘break’ from it all.
Finally assessing the state of my health, I feel the anger tighten my chest. Mentally picturing myself tossing each pill, powder, and potion out the window, while begging any god to take back this curse and set me free.