Some of Dr. C’s protocols—the phosphatidylcholine IV drip—briefly made me feel better. But the overall arc was downward. And yet I still resisted the idea that I might have late-stage Lyme. It might strain credulity that a person who believes she is dying doesn’t just try some antibiotics, especially after all the experimental treatments I had tried. But when I mind-tunnel back in time, I can briefly reinhabit how convinced I was that the autoimmune issues would only get worse if I took antibiotics—and how skeptical I was that I had Lyme disease.
