After finally being put in a room during the late evening hours, I was given Tylenol and Benadryl to help. I forced myself to sleep in hopes of sleeping the day/pain away. I was woken at 7am crying for mercy, convulsing, just in pure torture. I was given Atarax(strong Benadryl) and Toradol. Although I was still experiencing frequent muscle spasms and Charlie horses, any relief at this point is in fact- relief! I had more blood drawn, more tests, and when the doctor visited I was told he felt as if I contracted 5 of the tick borne diseases I could get and we upped antibiotics, and other meds. My rash has lightened so much over the course of the day, but still new places about every 12 hours or so. They have treated me with such great care and expressed how disgusted they are to know how the doctor in the ER treated me and promised they would not leave me with more questions going home then when I came. I have been able to move around a bit more and rest some (it’s a hospital, sleep is hard.) I have stopped being nauseous and started actually vomiting(🙌🏼
Yay! 🙄) I have now had four veins blown as one of my many symptoms is my muscle/joint/skeletal pain. Everything from my skin to muscle to veins are just so tough and not easy to push a needle through. On top of that at around midnight (about and hour ago) I was being given my meds through iv and syringe when my arm was on fire, like my bicep was being ripped apart. Then a lump formed, my whole arm was excruciatingly painful! The meds were no longer going into my vein but instead my arm freely. They moved the iv site to the crease of my palm, but not before nearly breaking the needle from my tough/stubborn body! (Dramatic but still the nurse struggled as we laughed at how taut my body is and not toned! 😹) My arm still burns, I am still sick/nauseous, my body still hurts, but I am alive. Alive and well all while my immune system slowly comes back to only hating my rheumatoid arthritis ridden joints. I am ready to hold and love on my babies, and even miss hearing them scream at the newest catastrophic event. I miss my sweet conversations with Mary. I am eager to care for the horses I have grown such love for. My only constant has been David and my illness, but this too shall pass.  Until then, this concludes my first and probably only (I will probably forget to do any others.) update of Brooklyn vs tick vs RA vs vomit vs needles vs body aches vs rash vs any new symptoms to come. 

*pictures of the Toradol being pumped into my body, my new awful placed IV (not the nurses fought, my body’s!!!! She was very caring!), a few of the blown veins made it into the pictures, how I have spent my evening passing time between naps. *