Well, guess what? The rollercoaster is back. OMG, this is getting ridiculous. After five months of antibiotics and three Lyme flares, I honestly thought I’d seen it all when I would experience the 4th flare. But apparently this disease has a talent for surprising me, and not in a cute surprise party with cake kind of way.

Yesterday was a whole horror show. You know that feeling when you’ve had a good day and just want to sink into the couch with a Netflix finale? (Wednesday, in case you’re wondering, priorities.) And then BAM, my body decided it was auditioning for The Exorcist.

First my legs went numb, then the muscle twitches started, and walking to the kitchen suddenly felt like I was wading through wet cement. Next, my back lit up like it was trying to communicate in Morse code: PAIN. PAIN. MORE PAIN. At that point, the only logical option was curling into the fetal position and moaning like a haunted house soundtrack.

Eventually the wave passed… kind of. But I was officially bed-ridden. Dinner was served in bed (room service, Lyme edition), and even my bathroom trip required an escort. Glamorous, right?

And to think I believed I had experienced it all. Nope. Another lovely lesson served by Lyme. Time to email my specialist, subject line: “Surprise! New Symptom Alert.”