I went to see my “regular” doctor today. She hugged me [warmly] and sat down on her stool. “Well, don’t you look good for someone with a TSH of 51”, she said grandly. [TSH is Thyroid Stimulating Hormone, if you care. “normal” values are from .35 to 4.5, as if..]
“I’ve been diagnosed with Lyme Disease,” I mentioned.
She continued looking at my chart, at past visits, trying to figure how the numbers are so out of whack, again. My thyroid was removed a little over a year ago and my symptoms have almost never correlated with the blood work. It’s numbers on a paper to me. I resisted the urge to tell her that it had been 68 once. She has been diligent in her search to help me try to find the right med combination. I mentioned the Lyme again, this time a little louder.
She had a story, as she often does, about some other patient who’d been screwed financially by someone who had diagnosed her with Lyme disease. I listened politely.
“You know…, she said cautiously, “We aren’t dealing with a known entity there”. She meant “to medical science”. Medical science has not yet wrapped it’s slithery snake head around Lyme Disease. Or I should say, the institution of Western medical science saw Lyme, declared it handled and pooped it out the other side. Now it says, “I pooped it, its gone. What’s the problem?”
“I know,” I said. “I know about the controversy”.
“There are no answers there,” she said with an air of parental know-it-all-ness.
“I know,” I said, with a touch of teenage going-to-do-it-anyway-ness.
She started to tell me about some patients she’d seen who were having similar symptoms to mine who were overdosing on B vitamins and she wanted to check my blood for that.
“I don’t take B vitamins”, I said.
“Why don’t you take vitamins?” she said, scolding me. “You don’t know what you’re taking. You’re taking herbs“. Her love for medical science was beaming through her eyes. She smiled surreptitiously.
“They’re wildcrafted,” I said.
“But what does that m-e-a-n?”
I gave myself the gift of not going into a discussion of the process of wildcrafting herbs. I also refrained from saying, “whatever” like my pre-pubescent son does after every other sentence.
I’ve seen a lot of doctors, and I’ve heard a lot of things. And in the end none of it really matters much unless I let the harmful stuff in. When I’m having a lot of symptoms my ‘regular doctor” blames Hashimoto’s (which has never shown in my blood). My Lyme Doctor blames Lyme and co-infections (which did show in my blood). The CDC says I’m just looking for an explanation for the “aches and pains of everyday living”. None of that matters. It doesn’t even matter that as I’m writing this there is some anti-Lyme vitriol showing up in my “Related Posts” right below the dialogue box I’m typing this in. Do you want to know why? Because the only person who is in charge of my healing is me.