Lyme Disease and Lies

In general, if not all the time, I am an honest person. I even try to avoid those little white lies because I always forget what excuse I might have used. And luckily for me my life is such that I don't really have to make up lies or excuses for anything. If I don't feel like working, I just don't - accepting the fact that I won't get paid either. And if I am not losing weight, I don't scratch my head bewildered and wonder why. I know why - ice cream and cookies instead of regular meals. So not only do I avoid lying to others, I am determined to never lie to myself. I think I am moderately successful.

So right now I have an issue with myself over a big lie I committed this week. Actually, I did not lie at all. I just have not mentioned that I did something I was specifically told not to do. I will have to fess up eventually, although I may not.

Here is the admission of truth about my actions - no I didn't have an affair or rob a bank, although one of those actions has a bit of an appeal. I took my boyfriends dog, Katie, to the vet after he said no, certain that her lame leg and lethagic behavior was just a sprain. And guess what? It is Lyme Disease. Her joints were inflammed, she had a high fever and moving at all caused her a lot of pain. Katie is on her third day of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories and doing really well. Her eyes aren't bugged out in pain, she can walk on her right leg which she wasn't even using and she is excited about playing stick and hiding bones in the yard. A sprain does not get better that fast. She has even approached the other dogs to play a bit and the past few days she was avoiding them because playing hurt. Now I have to decide if I should just keep giving her the medicine (yes) and pretend like she has had a miraculous recovery. The blood work comes back on Wednesday and I am giving myself until then to decide what to do.

I don't have an issue with what I did because Katie looked like she was really suffering and I could not stand watching her knowing it was worse than a minor sprain. In the past, sprains have not kept her from being interactive and lively. And I really don't want to be an "I told you so" sort of person. I would rather just leave it alone and make sure I am doing all I can to take care of Katie. My boyfriend does not believe in medicine, doctors, any sort of illness, including and especially anything of an "emotional" nature, like depression. Of course he has been hacking like a old truck the past few weeks and refuses to do anything at all.

If I could I would knock him out and infuse him with vitamins and tea until he was better, perhaps cutting his hair in the process.

Hopefully in a few days I will decide the impact of my Lyme Disease omission of action.