The topic of parasites doesn't interest everybody. As a sick person who's infested, I can gauge pretty quickly who's curious, who'd rather not hear about it, and who's got their head in the sand.
Conversations with doctors and non-lyme friends regarding my unwelcomed guests have resulted in various responses:
"Are they dead?" one person asked.
"I think you're reading too much," said another.
"Man, whatever you have, I don't want it," others have commented.
Some, explain away or minimize the issue:
"It's probably just apple skin," one justified.
"You're not in a third-world country," another noted.
"Everyone passes undigested food particles." reasons another.
It often leaves me angry and frustrated.
I've had 40 years experience with bowel movements, breakouts, gas/stomach pains, etc. These ain't that.
Don't people realize I remember what it's like to be healthy?
Thankfully, books like The Woman with a Worm in Her Head & Other True Stories of Infectious Disease address the issue. Just reading the first chapter or so on Amazon totally made me smile.
“I know the smell of a staph infection (mousy, musty, rancid), and how to see the gaps that tell me there’s a parasite living in your brain: gaps in words you want to say, gaps in a movement of your hand, gaps in your gait. I can tell some disease by touch. If there’s a lesion on your skin, I’ll close my eyes and pet it with the flat part of my right index fingertip, the finger that can tell if what lies below is alive or dead, patient or invader.”
-- Pamela Nagami, M.D.
Now that's a lady I'd like to go to lunch with.
Altered Today: People I'm intrigued by, what goes on my bookshelf