This post is one person’s experience and should not be considered medical advice.
I thought we had figured out what was wrong with me.
In August 2019, I was diagnosed with Lyme disease. I’d been experiencing increasingly intrusive IBS for the past year, to the point where wearing high waisted jeans past lunchtime was no longer bearable. My energy levels, never superb, started to decrease. Then, what turned out to be a very curious allergic reaction to the antibiotics I was given for a UTI took me to see a new doctor, who seemed nice enough.
This doctor, unexpectedly, ran tests for Lyme disease. They came back positive. I had no clue when I’d been infected, since I’d never seen a tick or had the stereotypical “bulls-eye” rash. My best guess was April of 2019.
Lyme is an infectious disease caused by Borrelia bacteria. It was officially recognised in the US in the 1970s and ever since there’s been an increasing number of cases worldwide (likely far more than we’re led to believe). My doctor told me I had acute Lyme, meaning I’d only had it for a few months. Chronic Lyme, a Lyme infection which has gone undetected for years, isn’t recognised by most doctors in the US.
This diagnosis didn’t explain the health problems I had had for the past ten years. I had been in and out of doctor’s offices since I was 17 years old, due to frequent bathroom visits, low energy levels, and general feeling of awfulness. It turned out I had depression, anxiety and an eating disorder but treating these didn’t clear up everything.