Second time was a really high fever. I was in the middle of working for my best friend as a nanny for her kids while she went to a spa for the week. Husband is a big exec and didn't want his schedule to be interrupted. I had to be there every am at 5. And get the kids off to school. By day three, the fever hit. Hard. I just sat in their movie theater wrapped in the best blankets in the most comfortable chairs dreading the time where I had to pick the boys up. Both sweating my ass off and shivering like I just did a polar bear swim. I made it through that day but when the dad came home? He was all - have to go to a game in Chicago tomorrow - can you spend the night tomorrow night? I was like - no problem.

Luckily, that was the day that the house keeper came to clean. I just got the kids off to school. Cooked and left everything everywhere. Went back to the movie theater in my blankies. Got the kids off the bus. Had the housekeeper make them dinner. And sat in my sweaty/polar bear swim blanket cocoon in the movie theater.

I powered through and it was a bitch. I was mostly delirious with fever those last two days. But everyone lived. My friend didn't have to come home early. And it was all good.

To this day she doesn't know how sick I was or how hard it was for me to just keep it together. For the record, my mom lived a few houses down. And would have been there in a heartbeat if I called. But I didn't want to ruin her week. I ended up going to the doctor late Friday - the dad took off early to spend the day with the boys. And I was all - later gator - and had my mom take me to the doc for antibiotics.

Moral of the story? If you are ever going to get a relapse of Lyme? There is no better place to be sick than in a home movie theater.

And don't be greedy. I gave the housekeeper $100 the next time I saw her just for helping me that day.

God I miss those blankies and chairs...