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So, this is it.

Today I went for a follow up with the infectious disease doctor that I saw in May before I had to leave my job. I wanted to ask him about a few things that have been rattling around in my brain, namely: Could I have caught something from my dogs (through squirrels or birds or whatever)? Does he not think I have some sort of virus since I have a daily sore throat, hoarseness and low grade fever? What does he think about antivirals to treat Epstein-Barr virus (EBV) and/or cytomegalovirus (HCMV) and/or HHV6? I also ran Guillaine-Barre and bacterial endocarditis (SBE) past him and asked him about vaccines.

He is a wonderful, knowledgeable doctor and he took the time to explain things in detail to me, but I’ll sum it up by saying I am grasping at straws. He said, point blank: “You have chronic fatigue syndrome and, from here on out, you should work on treating the symptoms. Patients can get better, but they never get back to where they were before being sick.” It was very final. It left me feeling empty. This is it. I’ve spent a year researching, reading, going to doctors, getting tests, asking anyone and everyone for help and advice and ideas… It’s time to move on. This is it. It’s long term and I need to move on with treating my symptoms and stop searching searching searching…

Regarding the other stuff, the ID doctor said they had ruled out active viruses and, in his opinion, mostly ruled out autoimmune problems, so, what is left is allergy — immune activation/allergic response. His experience (and what the medical community knows) is, a virus triggers CFS but then the virus is long gone and I’m left with the body’s ongoing response that causes the symptoms. So, antivirals will do no good and antibiotics definitely won’t. He is the 4th doctor to tell me there is no way they would throw broad-spectrum antibiotics at a patient without any clear target – especially in CFS patients where side effects can really cause hell. I have tested positive to past infection or exposure to EBV, which most of us will (and I had this test done years ago with the same result, so I know this didn’t cause me to get sick, although you can get reactivated EBV) and he said I am negative for HCMV, which many people aren’t.

He doesn’t think there is anything that the dogs could have given to me, I would be paralysed and hospitalized if I had Guillian-Barre and I’d be dead if I had SBE (he said, before antibiotics, SBE was one of the few infections that was 100% fatal. People might survive rabies, for example, but not endocarditis). Finally, he said my husband should get a flu shot ASAP because flu would be “very bad for you” and that I should never get any vaccines until I’m over 65 and then reassess. Wow.

I also had a follow-up with the Good Doctor. She is the one who will be helping me with symptom management going forward. Since I spent three weeks “washing out”, I am going to add in one thing at a time, very carefully. We’re starting with foods, moving to supplements, then we’ll tackle other things down the road, like heavy metal testing, hormone testing, Chinese herbs for Gu Syndrome, even medical marijuana… Anything!

I added back in rice last week and, yesterday, I added back eggs. I’m pretty sure I had a reaction to the egg, so I’m going to steer clear of them for now. I was feeling almost great (yes, I said great. Yesterday afternoon was really the best I’d felt in months) and, within half an hour of eating the egg, I had a raging headache. And then I had allergy-type symptoms in my nose: runny, stuffy, swelly etc. (although, that is still with me today and could just be me ~ or maybe I’m finally getting the cold that’s been threatening for a year.) Thursday, I add back dairy, then corn, then tomatoes, then legumes…other grains… If/when I want to start the Lyrica, I do it three days after the last add-in and three days before the next.

She also had the results of my stool sample (how long did that take? Three months?). No parasites. Inflammation not as bad as she thought it would be. Yeast levels not good and, even though I take a too-expensive probiotic every day, the good bacteria in my gut are nonexistent. She said “this is actually quite concerning”, so I have a new probiotic to order and, after that, she is going to start me on herbal supplements to combat the yeast. I’m staying on the ferrous gluconate (watch out, iron causes constipation – who knew?! I thought it was from coming off the pill) and, down the road, we’ll add magnesium and zinc and the other supplements.

Gratitude today is given to last week’s headache: You were SO ALL-CONSUMING AND PAINFUL that I never gave one thought to my first period in nine months.

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What’s gone wrong in your system?

I got the results of my sleep study test yesterday. I spend about 15% of my night in deep and REM sleep and these should be around 20%. Also, I have a form of sleep apnea. There are three different kinds (I can’t remember the names): the most severe kind is when you stop breathing for a full ten seconds or more ~ I don’t have this. The second kind is when your throat relaxes to the point that you are not getting enough air, but it is a partial restriction ~ not full apnea. And the last kind is when this throat closing causes your brain to wake up to rectify the situation. I have the latter two. He said my brain is waking up an average of 49 times an hour. This has me in an aroused, wake state a lot, obviously, and it also causes my sleep cycles to be interrupted, so, even if 15% of my sleep is deep, it’s broken up throughout the night, which isn’t as restorative. So, I get to use a CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure) machine! Seriously, I’m going to sleep with the Zeo headband, a mouth guard and a face mask? Wtf? That’s a pretty sight. But, please god, let it help me feel marginally better.

He also said, “Have you had your ferritin level checked?” “Yes, two months ago. It’s in your computer.” He looked it up: “Oh, it’s low. You should be on a supplement ~ that’ll help you feel less fatigued.”

Now, let me tell you how much this pisses me off. The crappy chronic fatigue clinic ordered this test along with zinc (which is also low). The results came back two months ago and nobody called to tell me what it meant. My regular GP saw the result of the ferritin, also, and didn’t tell me to do anything about it. Mine is low and I don’t have a period. If I had a period, it would be far lower, the sleep doctor said. So, I could have had TWO MONTHS OF SUPPLEMENTS UNDER MY BELT BY NOW IF SOMEONE HAD JUST REVIEWED THE RESULTS AND CALLED ME. I am raging mad! This has happened at every single step along the way this year. Nobody communicates with the patient. Actually, the front desk people do ~ schedulers etc. ~ they’ve been pretty good. And maybe one or two nurses. But is there a doctor out there that says, “I am testing you for X, Y, Z and, when I get the results, I will call you and explain them. I don’t think you have A, B, C and this is why:…”?? How dare they! I don’t know why the ferritin has me all riled up. It’s just that he put me on a heavy-duty supplement (ferrous gluconate 648mg/day), so obviously I need it and it might make a difference. Actually, the reason I’m so annoyed is this has happened so often and can have more serious consequences. I won’t get into the details, but my husband had a test that the doctor said was negative, but we have access to our results online, so, I looked at the results and googled the test and did the math and said, “uuummm, I think this is positive, not negative.” He emailed the doctor and, sure enough: “Oh, yes, sorry, it is positive. We need to treat you for that.” Say what?! I know they’re only human and I know they’re very busy and I know the whole healthcare system is a mess and maybe the doctors are just as frustrated as we are, but what if we didn’t have access to our records? I never would have found the mistake. And that’s just one of countless mistakes. Please, everyone, be your own best advocates. Call for your test results, request copies of every test you get done, review them yourself and point out anything that looks odd. And, pay attention to any result that is in the low or high range of “normal”! Normal has never been normal for me. My TSH was in the low range of normal for years as two giant goiters grew and strangled my thyroid until it wasn’t working anymore. My ferritin was technically in the “normal” range, but the doctor said it was too low. Et cetera, et cetera, blah blah blah.

Ok, on to other stuff. WordPress shows me what internet searches led people to my blog. Yesterday, 6 out of 14 searches were for MRI info, so it makes me really happy that I expended the energy to write my tips. I hope it helped someone out there.

My wash-out period ended on Tuesday, but I haven’t added anything back in because I felt like such shite, I didn’t think I’d be able to distinguish my disease symptoms from any symptoms new foods caused. Maybe I will add rice today. The Good Doctor says we are looking for “stark sensitivities, so worsening of mood, fatigue, energy, pain.” This is really hard. I was feeling pretty good last week and then, without warning, I was a mess. If I had added rice in that day, would I think rice had caused it?

I’m back to using the light box and I’m starting acupuncture again next week. I’m going to try all the supplements again, as well as melatonin, Lyrica, and the Chinese herbs. I just don’t know in what order… I guess I have to add all the eliminated foods back in before I start anything else to gauge my reactions… This is so tedious and time-consuming. I used to love Thanksgiving and Christmas and now I don’t get to celebrate at all. I can’t eat most of the food, I have no energy to do special preparations and, even if I did, there’s no point in planning something when the activity and/or socialising will just cause me to crash. Wow, this life sucks.

On a lighter note, have I mentioned how grateful I am for my husband? He drives me to my appointments, takes the dogs to the park, fixes our roof, landscapes the garden, hoovers, cooks dinner, sprays IcyHot on my back and, above all, keeps a positive attitude.

Good times gone, and you missed them
What’s gone wrong in your system?
Things they bounce like a Spalding
What’d you think, did you miss your calling?

It’s so free, this kind of feeling
It’s like life, it’s so appealing
When you’ve got so much to say
It’s called gratitude, and that’s right

Good times gone, but you feed it
Hate’s grown strong, you feel you need it
Just one thing, do you know you?
What you think that the world owes you?

What’s gonna set you free?
Look inside and you’ll see:
When you’ve got so much to say
It’s called gratitude, and that’s right

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Diet… Day 51. Wash-Out… Day 12.

Last night I drempt that I had been out socialising with friends and I started to crash. I couldn’t get back home, so I was trying to get my husband to find me a hotel room… I had to lie down… I was going to collapse… please help me, it’s dark and wet and where is everyone?… I just need a bed for a few hours… I don’t want to die… And then rats attacked me. They were fat and wet and squeaking and hanging off of me everywhere… I woke up panting while I was being eaten by the rats. I was scared shitless and didn’t know where I was and my sheets were wet from sweat.

I have, however, been feeling a little stronger the last few days. Not strong, but stronger. My headache has eased up enough to be manageable with epsom salt baths, the tens unit and icy hot spray on my neck. The pain and stiffness in my back doesn’t have me in tears and the exhaustion seems to be controlled. Just a normal ME/CFS exhaustion, not a crippling, slurring, crawling-up-the-stairs exhaustion. I have a new symptom driving me batty: constant pins and needles in my right foot for the last 3 days. It moved into my calf last night, but doesn’t seem to be there today. I have had this before in my hands and I have the Raynaud’s issues in my feet, but I can’t remember this maddening constant tingling before.

My days have become very predictable. I am up at around 8:30am, after about 7 to 7.5 hours sleep. I have GREEN tea now and, for breakfast, homemade granola with almond milk and a smoothie (today was pear, pineapple, strawberry smoothie with flax seed, coconut milk and walnuts) while I do some “work” on the computer (pay bills and curse Comcast and Verizon, see how our budget is going, answer emails, apply for disability but get overwhelmed and stop, try to make an Amazon Fresh shopping list because I can’t go grocery shopping and decide it’s too much energy and too expensive, research ME treatments and start to bang my head off the wall, research MRI stories and wish I had the option of Valium, write in my blog etc.). Then I warm up my muscles with a bath or the hot tub, do some stretches and then a meditation, which I always try to turn into a nap. Then lunch (usually a salad or soup or tuna and I’m currently addicted to Terra Chips) and maybe some house chores if I’m able. Maybe some reading or some more computer time. Another meditation (rest before and after activity, always. Resting is considered only lying down with eyes closed, awake, meditating or sleeping, says Dr. Bested). Walk around the house, if I’m able and then the evening with my husband, having dinner (whatever is leftover or whatever he makes because I’m virtually never able to stand for long in the evening without hitting that pain and exhaustion wall), watching a movie ~ whatever I can manage. Another meditation if I’m not going to bed early. Most of the time I’m in bed at 7 or 8pm, reading/researching. Some of the time I can stay upright until 9 or 10pm. I usually don’t turn off the lights until after 11pm.

My sister-in-law sent me a Stretching for Beginners DVD and usually anything anyone buys for me is too advanced because I’m more decrepit than they realised, but this DVD is good! I have done the sitting, standing and lying stretches ~ one on each day that I’m up for it. So far, it has felt good and I’m so proud of me. And I’m ecstatic that I haven’t pulled a muscle doing it. Maybe I’m finally learning. I walked five laps around my house yesterday. I’ve been wearing a pedometer this week and have taken between 1,700 and 2,200 steps each day. I realise this is not a lot — my dog park visits alone were over 2,000 steps — but, those numbers are including 400 to 500 steps walking laps around my house. There are many, many days when I’m not able to do that and my pedometer would say more like 1,000 steps at the end of the day, so I’m happy. I want so desperately to double, triple those steps. I want to go outside and run as hard as I can for as long as I can. On top of everything else I have had to endure, the patience needed to deal with this disease is mind-blowing. Every time I have to go upstairs or downstairs, I think, “What can I take with me?” so I don’t waste any trip. Every movement is about conservation, every day is planned, every physical feeling analysed to ascertain whether it was caused by too much of some activity or emotion. Damn, I shouldn’t have done laundry… I knew I shouldn’t have chopped those vegetables… If only I hadn’t lost my temper… From now on, I must sit down when I dry my hair…

My mood is much better, which is probably why I’m feeling stronger and my symptoms seem a bit more manageable. I think my Mother and brother being here helped give me strength. Plus, I got to Skype with both of my best friends in the last week and that is like a pain killer. Literally ~ people can be pain killers. It’s amazing.

Something else helped nudge me from defeat into fight-mode: I read that there are multiple studies putting the average age of death of ME/CFS patients in the late 50s. That’s about 30 years too early. On the one hand, I’m very grateful that I might have 20 more years to live and, on the other hand, I’m devastated that I might only have 20 more years to live. I’m not emotional over it. It just caused me to think, Alright, time to get over this now because I’m not going to die in my 50s, dammit. Obviously, I’m not just going to “get over it”, but it made the fight come out a little. I can’t just accept that this is permanent because I don’t want to be one of those statistics. So, time to heal. Seriously.

My back is killing me, I have to stop typing now. So, a moment of gratitude: I am grateful every single day that I am not worse off. I am grateful for walking and talking and typing. I am grateful for eating and drinking and showering myself. I am grateful I was never in a motor vehicle accident, never got fungal meningitis from a steroid injection, never got shot or stabbed or beaten up. Some people are much more… oh, ever so much more… oh, muchly much-much more unlucky than you!

It’s a troublesome world. All the people who’re in it
are troubled with troubles almost every minute.
You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot,
for the places and people you’re lucky you’re not!

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Wash-out Period… Day 4

For the last 4 days I have only taken my thyroid hormones, fiber, Colace and calcium, my inhaler (why can’t I breathe?!), antihistamine eye drops, nasal spray and birth control pill. I figure these are things I will have to take regularly, so they don’t have to be omitted. A few days ago, I added back in peas in the form of soup and yesterday I had sweet potato chips. Otherwise, my diet is still no-everything. I still haven’t decided whether I will add back in grains, dairy etc. over the next two weeks. I probably will, but it’s hard to undo the strictness of what I’ve been doing the last month, if you know what I mean. When I commit to a diet change to see if it helps, I really commit.

I seem to be having a heightened sensitivity to my tea in the mornings. I used to drink 3 large mugs of black Irish tea, steeped for about 10 minutes each time. I cut that down to 2 a while ago. Then, about a month ago, I cut that down to 1 steeped, 1 not steeped. Now, it seems I can only handle 1 big mug, not steeped at all or my heart threatens to burst out of my chest. I also stopped using my sweetener today in case my body has decided to reject it after all these years. Lyons tea, unsteeped, unsweetened, with soy milk is not tea at all. Another one of my pleasures down the drain. Really, without booze, wine, tea, pasta, bread, popcorn and ice cream, what joy is left in life?

Yesterday was one of my best days in a long, long time. It wasn’t great ~ still not back to the energy I had when I was able to go to the dog park ~ but, I was talking and laughing with my family, allowing myself to be animated. The pulled muscle in my lower back felt much better, so I even walked around the house 4 times: 400 steps. I hit a big brick wall at about 8pm. My muscles filled with lead and I felt like I couldn’t keep my head up. I lay in bed until almost midnight, too tired to sleep. One time my new phone just froze…stopped working…couldn’t be turned on or off. The guy at the store said it was “bricked”. That’s exactly how I feel when I hit a wall. Bricked. Can’t sleep, can’t speak, can hardly move. Just BRICKED.

Last night, I got about 7 hours sleep, which has been typical since I went off of the naltrexone. I didn’t have night sweats (!!!) and this morning, besides extreme stiffness, sore throat, lungs feeling torched and my skin thinking I’m 15 again, I’m doing okay (!!!). I asked my brother, “Why did you drag me out dancing last night in 5-inch heels and make me smoke a whole pack of cigarettes?” It feels worse than that, unfortunately, but it’s nice to pretend that it’s a temporary result of a night on the town.

It’s wonderful to have my Mother here. She does my meditations with me and talks to me when I’m in bed in pain or too tired to do anything but slur. It makes this journey much less lonely.

I’m grateful for the piano music that surrounded me my whole childhood. My Grandmother and Mother both played and now, when I hear it, I am soothed and at peace.

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Diet Day 36… No supplements Day 5

I have been strictly gluten-free now for over six months. Not a grain of gluten, not a crumb of bread, not a noodle of pasta, not a crust of pizza, not a spoonful of couscous, not a whiff of malt, nothing. I feel no difference whatsoever except a deep longing for tortellini. I haven’t broken the autoimmune diet that the Good Doctor put me on over a month ago except I still cheat with oats and sugar (actual and fake sugar), but that’s it. And I probably eat more condiments than she would like (Veganaise, salad dressing etc.). And I probably eat more red meat and oil-soaked chicken than she would like (I ordered a steak and grilled chicken from a local restaurant last night and split them with my husband. Lots of greasy meat. YUM). But, seriously, there are only so many salads a girl can eat. Oh, and I feel no difference whatsoever except a deep longing for popcorn.

This is the fifth day of no supplements. I have been taking vitamins, just no borage oil, alpha lipoic acid etc. I decided to give myself a week off to see if they were contributing to my headache. No such luck so far. My head threatens to explode all day, every day. Yesterday I took 500mg of tylenol and a half a Solpadeine (250mg of tylenol and some codeine). They didn’t seem to help my head and my breathing was tight all day, so now I am paranoid that the Solpadeine, like the Norco, depresses my respiration. I must figure out a pain killer option ASAP.

So, I’ll start back on all the supplements on Tuesday. I’ll do it until the end of the year. That is my commitment. Definitely until Thanksgiving. And I’ll continue this diet until the end of time, what do I care? At least the diet doesn’t cause a rash or my chest to close or my tongue to swell… I don’t think it does, anyway. It probably contributes to the depression, though!

When do I start the Chinese Herbs? He says it is a six month to a year commitment… Ugh.