Saw Dr. Dream Doctor. He thinks that my flora is so out of whack that my immune system is out of whack. He thinks that once we get the bacterium happy again, I will be better. Maybe even better better. He thinks the gastroparesis is a symptom, not a life-sentence with no raspberries or salad.
Sometimes when he tells me something, he is very correct. But sometimes he isn’t. He would be if I saw him every day, kept up with me every day put me in his lab in a cage with a wheel to run on. But he is the one who ordered the genetic testing that recommended I not take antipsychotics. And I, I made the choice to go off the Geodon and swallow the Depakote. And I think it could very well may be the Depakote that opened the flood gates for everything else.
Dr. Dream Doctor holds out his hands and says we all have about three-four pounds of bacteria in our bodies. I say that’s all? He says that’s a lot. He says that’s your immune system. He says the Flagyl will kill the shitty stuff. Mega doses of probiotics will build up the good stuff. Then we will see what we see. And hopefully that will be raspberries.
I continue with the energy. The move move move. Which I love. I just wish I didn’t collapse when I sit down. When I get back up, I’m fine again. And move move. Then I sit down and I melt. Then I get up again. I go and do and do. I get back to my car and melt into the seat, every bit of blood drained out of my body. That’s the fibro. OR, that may be my thyroid. Because I said Dr. Dream Doctor, every bit of research I’ve done on these various ailments, every bit mentions points to the underactive thyroid. And yes I know my numbers are good and it’s under control but I can’t help but think that something is there. And he says let’s not treat the numbers. I’m ordering a reverse T-3. And he ordered a special deep cholesterol something that is supposed to give a clear idea of my actual heart health.
The roofers are here, after three rain-soaked crazy days. It’s been raining most of the summer here. We got our hottest weather in June. It’s been hot and dry in Seattle. Jesus is coming back.
Must save my hands. Having some numbness. Cooked marvelous stew last night. There were four of us. There were no leftovers. AT ALL. I may have nailed it.