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Curing Allergies: Advanced Allergy Theraputics (part 2)

First, let me apologize for not getting this post up sooner.  Even without the haze of allergies bogging me down, life is still busy around here.  I’m on two committees at the children’s school, there’s a monthly drum circle at our house now, and then all the weekly groceries, laundry, dishes, errands and school schedule to keep track of.  Somehow, even with more energy at hand, there are always enough tasks on the list to keep me busy.  Plus, I’m still pulling myself together from having been “down” for so long.  I could really use a vacation, to be honest.  A chance to get away with just Brian for a few days on a beach somewhere.  No kids, no responsibilities – just a chance to recoup and heal emotionally.  At the Waldorf school they talk about the early childhood kids especially needing their rhythm to be like breathing – inhale and exhale – periods of energy and movement with periods of quiet in between.  I need a period of quiet.  I could go away by myself, but the last time I tried that it was too lonely without Brian.  I want my “quiet” to be spent in my husband’s arms.  Frankly, he could use a little rejuvination too, and wants to get away almost as badly as I do.  But there’s the logistics of the children to consider.  No one can really take them off our hands for even a weekend.  So, for now, I’m just trying to get as much of the “list” of things I’ve been behind on taken care of.  Perhaps I can make myself a period of time where I have less responsibilites for a while.  Before we launch into new projects we’re planning to undertake.  More on that another time though…

Last time I spoke about the situation that led me to end up at Midwest Allergy Relief Centers in the first place.  About the myriad of ailments that I’d been suffering from.  I’ve touched a little on how I feel that so-called “modern medicine” has been failing me, and how I was on 8+ prescriptions when I first went to see what Advanced Allergy Theraputics (AAT) was all about.  I am down to four medications right now – one for pain that I have been weaning off of except for when my knee and back hurt, and three for gastrointestinal issues (reflux & IBS).  I have recently found an new gastroenterologist (GI) who has been more receptive to both my questions and the fact that I’ve been seeking “alternative care”, and I have a test tomorrow morning to find out what’s going on that’s causing the reflux to be so bad.  This new GI listened to me talk about my allergies and suggested that there is a possiblity the problems I’m having are ALSO related to having has so many allergies to deal with all this time.  This has been good to hear, as I had some worst-case-scenario concerns about what could be wrong.  My body has been busy alerting me to EVERY little thing, however, now that it knows I’m paying attention and getting some results.  The GI seems confident that I can get off the meds I’m on for intestinal issues too – the first time in a long while I’ve had a doctor even imply that my meds aren’t supposed to be taken forever.  Hooray!

But, this time I promised to talk about the AAT procedure itself, so here goes…

One of the first things Dr. Ian Wahl told me was that the difference between “allergies” and “sensitivities” was whether or not it could be identified in the blood.  I had done a scratch test through my ENT’s office already – 30+ scratches of different allergens down my back and then wait to see how horribly red, blotchy, puffy, and/or rashy each scratch gets.  I’d been told I was “highly allergic” by the ENT who’d tested me and had been put on a huge concoction packed into two allergy shots to try and convince my body to accept those allergens (the seasonal and household – they can’t cure food allergies that way, I was told) and learn to live with them without reacting.  Basically, bully the body into accepting something it can’t change, whereas Dr. Wahl’s approach is to explain to the body the way it’s supposed to behave.  But the shots were just for the allergies that showed up in the scratch test. – the ones that would also show up in bloodwork.  That didn’t even touch the “sensitivities”, which are things that DON’T show up in the bloodwork, but we STILL react to in a similar manner as we do to the “allergies”.  Wheat, Cat Hair and Tree Pollens would be among the “allergies” but Sunlight, Sound, and Barometric Pressure would all be classified under “sensitivities” instead.  However, any of the items from both groups could cause a rash, swelling, headache, stomach upset, sweating or fatigue – some of the various ways our body might respond when exposed to something we have a reaction to.

After Brian and Jareth had also endured the scratch tests our ENT had administered, Brian made a spreadsheet (he is an analyst, after all) to compare our allergies to see what was common and where each of our worst areas were.  I went to my appointment with Dr. Wahl armed with this sheet, which he promptly stuck at the very back of my folder.  He explained that he didn’t want to see it and have any preconceptions of what he was looking for while he did the testing.  Since I was going in as a bit of a skeptic, this meant that it also confirmed to me as we went along that he really could ”see” my allergies with the AAT method.  Not only was he finding the groups that coincided with the allergies I already knew about, but he was also finding others that the ENT couldn’t test for, but made sense to me. 

The first visit starts with testing of all the major allergy areas – looking for all the serious stuff and things you’d be more likely to be exposed to on a regular basis.  It’s not going to find out every single allergy you have, or you’d be there for hours and your arm would fall off.  Well, maybe not fall off, but it’s going to be really darn tired.  Because testing for allergies with AAT is accomplished via ”muscle testing”.  Some readers will nod sagely as they read that, knowing what muscle testing means.  For those who don’t – when something is amiss, and you explain to the body/brain that you are looking for it, your body will “weaken up” to let you (or the doctor) know that something is amiss.  Originally, this was done with samples of the actual allergies.  The AAT doctors would put drops of an allergen onto your skin and your body would react – part of that reaction would be some measure of weakness in your muscles.  Nowadays, modern technology has come to the rescue and the “signal” that the allergen would send to your brain to let your body know it was being exposed has been duplicated and is sent out to you through a small cuff on your wrist (or on the calf if you’re a child).  The cuff looks like a small blood pressure cuff and is hooked up to a laptop that tells it which signal to send.  I don’t know all the complicated techy stuff that makes it work.  And, if I did, I’d probably have to sign a waiver not to put it up her on the internet.  However, I can tell you that unlike a blood pressure cuff, there’s no pressure or inflation – it just sits there quietly on your wrist, looking innocent.  It’s not.  It’s a busy little sucker.  At least it ought to be pretty darn familiar with sending signals to my body/brain by now.

If you don’t understand about the muscle testing though, here’s a little test you can try at home that might help a little -  Stand up straight and tall and put out your writing arm, straight out, perpendicular from your body.  Have someone else press gently on your arm.  This tells you both how “strong” you are to begin with – setting a control for comparison.  Then pick up something sweet & chocolatey – Reeses Peanut Butter Cups will do nicely (sorry Dr. Wahl – I know you said those are your favorite, but they work really well for this).  Hold the item (it can stay in it’s wrapper, so you don’t have to feel obligated to eat it afterwards) in your opposite hand (not the one you have sticking out in the air -  you still need that one) and place the Peanut Butter Cup at your stomach by the belly button.  Then have your friend/spouse/stranger-you-grabbed-off-the-street press on your writing arm again.  Go on… I’ll wait.

Were you able to keep your arm up while holding the candy?  OR, was the other person able to just push it down without even really trying?  I’m betting the latter.

It always amazes me how afterwards people shake their head at me and say “well of course – because of the sugar” as if everyone ought to be weakening up to something with sugar in it.  “I” no longer weaken up to candy, I’ll have you know.  Because Dr. Wahl has explained to my body that it’s not supposed to DO that!  But it was more than just the sugar that was a problem there.  You could be allergic to the chocolate, the caffeine in the chocolate, the dairy products, the nuts or even artificial sweeteners if it is a low-calorie product.  Yikes!

Hopefully though, that gives you a better understanding of the muscle testing part.  So, during the first visit, he tests the patient against the signals for a LOT of different allergies.  There’s a bunch that are standard – common allergies that are likely to be a problem – but he’ll also ask some questions and you’ll inevitably tell him some things that he’ll also check you for.  As an example, we had just gotten a rabbit in the house in December, so Dr. Wahl checked all of us for rabbit on our first visits.  Good thing too – Kayla WAS allergic to rabbits!  We’d chosen that animal because no one else in the house was, but Kayla had been too young and never scratch-tested.  So rabbit was one of the early treatments for her, so she could resume playing with the new family pet.  As simple as that, she was cured.  With Kayla I was more stunned to find out that she was allergic to peanuts – every component in peanuts EXCEPT the two that cause people to go into shock! – and here I had been giving her a peanut butter & jelly sandwich at more than half the lunches for at leasts a year.  No wonder she had been so cranky in the afternoons – right after eating something she was highly allergic to!  Nowadays, any afternoon crankiness from her is either due to tiredness if she’s had a busy morning or caused by typical sibling issues.  They can’t treat for siblings.  She’s on her own there.

Once Dr. Wahl knows what you’re allergic to, he’ll pick some of the worst ones and do a “priority check” on them, to find out which ones are affecting the patient the most.  The computer seems to be fairly good at giving him the information he needs to determine which of the items on your list need to be a priority.  Again, I don’t know all the techy stuff behind it, but it always seems to be accurate.  I went in there expecting “dust & dust mites” to be the topmost item on the list.  However, my sensitivities to barometric pressure, humidity, and rain topped the priority for me.  It even came out as being worse than sugars – which are often one of the worst for most people  and need to be treated BEFORE all the other food items can be treated.  There are a few items that do have to be done in order, otherwise the treatment might not hold.  Sugars are in so many things (especially here in America) that the allergic reaction to them has to be dealt with first – otherwise the body/brain is not going to understand why it isn’t supposed to react to that lovely gluten you’re eating when it IS supposed to be reacting to the sugar in it.  Poor brain.  It would be all confused.  I try not to abuse mine so much, so I went with the order Dr. Wahl recommended on most items he’s treated me for.

When Dr. Wahl has nailed down the item a patient most need to be treated for, he jumps right in.  That first appointment includes one freebie treatment.  He’ll have the patient turn their back to him and then he takes his accupressure machine and runs it down the spine while it gently kicks a tiny bit of pressure over and over again.  Doesn’t hurt a bit, either.  In fact, he often puts his hand on top and runs his fingers down your back with it – you’ll feel more pressure from that than you will from the machine itself.  Lounging in a swimming pool is more strenous than this.  With floaty things in the pool.  Seriously.

However, in all fairness, I can’t say it’s not without side effects – both in the office and out.  He does the priority checks each visit and retests what you were last treated for, along with breaking down and checking the specific components of the item your about to be treated for – so you have a certain amount of muscle testing every visit.  While I’ve sat in that chair, being exposed to different allergen signals as he tests me for the next item to be treated, I find that I have a mild reaction as if I was being exposed to the allergen.  I’ll get sweaty, or a headache, or my intestines will start complaining.  I found that I had more intestinal issues when being tested/treated for foods, while headaches prevailed during pollens treatments, as an example.  I expect results may vary with that part.  Also, be aware that with the foods treatments, you have to make sure you don’t eat (and sometimes not drink anything other than water) for two hours after the treatment, so that the treatment will take or “hold” as they say at the office.  I frequently precede my treatments with a snack so that I’m not starving two hours after my treatment if my last meal was a while ago.

I also found that when I was doing 3-4 of these treatments a week, my body would get quite tired out by all of it.  There would be one day a week where I would kind of crash and end up sleeping for several hours of nap that I normally wouldn’t have.  But that has diminished as I slowed down the treament.  I am now doing only one treatment each week (except for the occasional week when they are so booked up I can’t get an appointment!) and it’s not affecting me that way anymore.

There’s also the onion-layer bit.  No, not the Shrek thing, but not totally unlike it either.  Dr. Gwen Carfora (another wonderful doctor at Midwest Allergy Relief Centers, who has also done some of my treatments) was on hand the day I asked why it seemed like every time I had one allergy taken care of I had a seemingly “new” reaction to something else that otherwise hadn’t bothered me before.  She explained, basically, that it was like peeling an onion – we were taking one layer off and exposing another new layer, giving it a chance to be seen.  And whenever something new was allowed to come to the surface for me - it demanded to be noticed!  Each time a treatment is done, I find myself reacting to something else.  One day I sat down in my living room and felt myself weaken up – I was suddenly tired and a headache started building!  Another time I ate something and suddenly my stomach was upset.  Each time I mentioned it at my next visit and tried to recall what it might have been that I’d been exposed to at the time.  I had forgotten that I’d always had issues when I had carrots – then I ate carrots with my lunch one day and had terrible abdominal pains immediately afterwards.  When we tested me for the main components I’d eaten in my lunch, carrots came up!  I was treated for them, avoided them immediately afterwards so the treatment would hold, and then resumed eating them 24 hours later.  No more upset stomach or digestive issues with them!  Carrots was the first difinitive food item I was able to pinpoint as having a distinct result, so I tend to use it as my primary example.  Brian had an issue with coconut – his throat got scratchy and raw every time he tried to eat any.  He has now eaten cookies with coconut, coconut cream pie and german chocolate cake with no problems.

Of course the definitive proof is really now – as all the pollens are coming out to play.  This is the point in the year that I would start to pile on the Benadryl, in addition to the usual prescription allergy meds, and hope for the best.  This spring, I am OFF the prescription allergy meds and have maybe taken 5 benadryl in the last month.  For each of those, I’ve made a note in my folder and gone back to talk to Dr. Wahl to find out what I was reacting too.  Fertilizers and pesticides was a recent treatment, after I realized I was getting a headache when I went down a particular road on my way to the kids’ school.  There was a large area of farmland along that road and I’d even seen them recently tilling manure into the soil and then spraying something.  I don’t get the headache on that road anymore.  One less thing to worry about!

Next week, maybe I’ll find out what’s causing the little rash that recently popped up while driving the other day.  I think it’s something around my yard.  Today, however, we dealt with those pesky allergies to bananas and watermelons.  I can’t wait to join the kids in their afternoon banana snack!  And, ooooh – banana bread!  Yum!

I think I’ve got one more post coming on AAT and the Midwest Allergy Relief Centers.  So now’s the time to add any questions into the comments on this post.  If you’ve got anything you’d like to know more about, from MY perspective anyway, please drop a note in the comments here and I’ll try to answer it in my next post on this topic.

Happy 4th Birthday Kayla!

I haven’t had much time online this past week or so, but am hoping to be able to spare some time to continue my series on my allergy treatments very soon.  However, I need to break in with (slightly belated) mention of my daughter’s fourth birthday!  I continue to be amazed at how beautiful my little girl is – how full of energy too!  She’s grown so much and yet she’s still my little “sweet pea.”  While her brother is often content to sit and watch something or snuggle contentedly in my arms, Kayla is a bundle of bounce!  Her snuggles are wiggly and her hugs fierce.  I love that she loves to play in the mud AND wear a dress (except for the laundry part, LOL).  She’s expanding her reach every day and I love watching the journey!

 

The day after her birthday Kayla had school, and she celebrated with her friends there too. Brian gets credit for baking and decorating the cake, made with the “star” pan that the teacher lends out to parents for these celebrations.

Happy Birthday, my little one.  I can’t wait to see what this next year brings!

PS – I have temporarily deactivated the twitter feed here on the blog.  I guess there’s an update for it and since I haven’t had time to do the update it looked all screwy with code in the sidebar.  Eww.  So I’ll get to it… eventually.  Trying to catch up here, people – have some patience with me while I get my butt organized again!  :-)

Curing Allergies: Advanced Allergy Therapeutics

I’ve spent several days, weeks even, trying to compose this article.  Each time I think I have it, something happens that makes it even better.  At this point, I’m almost overwhelmed by all I want to say.  I’ll do my best to put it into words.  But just how does one describe something that seems so… miraculous?

I think I’ve always been ill.  I have had flashes.  Moments.  There were even entire days and maybe weeks (although that might be stretching it a bit) while Brian and I were traveling.  Mostly, they were moments so sublime that they dragged me out, beyond the haze and the pain, into so much blinding wonder or joy that I couldn’t help but let myself get lost in them.  When Brian proposed, one Christmas morning, on one knee in front of his parents and sister, I was lost in so much sheer excitement and joy – of course I bounced everywhere for the rest of the day.  When I saw my uncle all dressed up and ready to walk me down the isle, I was swept up in the moment and never came down off that cloud my entire wonderful wedding day.  There were days at a time while we traveled across the country in our overpacked motorhome that I was so absorbed by the beauty of majestic mountains, winding rivers, and dramatic plateaus that even the pounding sinus headaches or the gut-wrenching abdominal pains couldn’t hold me back from trying to soak in as much of it as I could.  And, when I held my precious little baby boy in my arms as he gazed up at me with those big beautiful blue eyes – nothing could distract me, save the tears of overwhelming joy that this little person had chosen me to be his mother.

But these were moments.  What about all the rest of the time?  It seems like so much of my life has been shrouded in pain.  Physical and emotional.  The last seven or so years, since becoming pregnant, have been a steady decline.  It’s as if the process of giving life was draining mine away in turn.  The physical drain of bearing children and then spending several months immediately afterwards not really sleeping had sent my body into a spiral downwards.  Emotionally, I began slipping.  I had detoxed myself just before getting pregnant, in order to purge smoking out of my habit list.  I’d promised Brian – and myself – that I wouldn’t smoke anymore if we were going to have kids.  We were ready, so I quit.  In the process, I had researched some herbal assistance to cleanse some of the toxins out of my body.  I had never felt better.  I’d even gotten back to very near my ideal weight.  Then pregnancy, and gestational diabetes, seemed to throw me out of whack.  Despite the fact that I started eating better than I ever had before, no amount of green veggies was going to work at that point.  The downward track had begun.

Fast-forward to December, 2009.  I have a disc, collapsing in my back.  While the back pain for that seemed to have gotten better after a year of working out and doing exercises from a physical therapist, the knee pain I’d originally gone to the doctor had not only gotten worse, but is now in both knees.  My Irritable Bowel Syndrome, diagnosed just before I was married in 1997, was once again worsening.  I’d had my first colonoscopy, but nothing appeared to be wrong, so the diagnosis held.  I’d begun seeing a Rheumatologist, who diagnosed me with Fibromyalgia, a cronic pain disorder.  To me, Fibromyalgia has been my body’s way of screaming out to me for help.  Yet, what could I do?  Every doctor I saw wanted to put me on more medication, until I was taking eight different prescriptions.  It would have been ten, but the cardiologist agreed to wait and see if the fibromyalgia treatment worked before trying anything for my high blood pressure and cholesterol.  I was watching my diet, but the cholesterol wouldn’t go down, the blood pressure stayed (I’ve always been a low-salt kind of girl!), the old hiatal hernia (diagnosed back when I was a high school junior) started acting up and I was on something for reflux as well.  The allergies themselves were slightly better managed by the new prescription of Singular, but I was supplementing Benadryl on a regular basis still, and both Tylenol and Tums were regular visitors too.  I finally saw an eye doctor to try and solve the splitting headache pain that was now centering on my left eye, but she firmly explained to me that my eyes were in great health, but I was clearly under a lot of stress…

In fact, nearly every doctor I saw either said I was in perfect health and should not be experiencing the pain I was (desperately) trying to describe to them, OR… that they only ever saw “this kind of degredation” in “older” or “geriatric” patient.

Geriatric?  Great.  So I have half my doctor’s trying to tell me to “manage stress better” and shaking their heads as if I were a hypochondriac, and the other half worrying over me as if I was prematurely tipping headlong into an early grave.  And, frankly, with the way I felt – my money was on the latter.  If it weren’t for my beloved husband and my two beautiful children – and that knowledge that I had a wonderful thing going on there… well, I don’t know that I wouldn’t have just given up entirely.  There wasn’t a week that passed where I didn’t cry at least three-four times.  Possibly more.  Not just a wispy tear here or there, but deep-down, shuddering, hold-myself-together-with-both-arms-or-I’m-going-to-shatter-and-I-don’t-know-what-happens-then kind of crying.  I was adrift with despair, and Brian and the kids were the only real raft I had left that I could be sure I could rely on.

Because, when you’re there, nobody but family (and even then, only the closest ones) wants to get too close.  You’re a sinking ship and part of them can sense it, like a strange whining noise off to one side in the back of their heads.  So you hold on as best you can and ride through it all, just trying to keep enough above water so you don’t stop breathing.

I was in so much pain.  Physical pain.  Sure, I was under some stress, but damnit – so were other people around me!  How could THEY manage to get through it, if it was normal?  Is this how everyone feels?  And, if so, how could these other moms around me not just lay down and die???  There were days it hurt so much that a part of me wanted to.  Fortunately, I had my beautiful little family.  I wanted to get better.  To be a better me, so I could be better for them.  So I kept plodding along, to each and every damned doctor appointment.  There were little glimmers of hope along the way, but each one that didn’t FIX anything just brought me a little further back down the slope in the end.

And then one day, out of the blue, Brian sends me an email:

This was advertised in the Aspectarian.  Their theory sounds good but I’m skeptical about the methodology.  I tried googling for independent reviews of it but didn’t find anything useful at a quick check.

 http://www.midwestallergyrelief.com/

 It would be nice if it’s everything they claim, but I have doubts.

 Anyway, thought I’d share.

Brian doesn’t send me crap in my inbox, mind you.  He knows I already get something like 100 emails a day that just end up getting deleted after a glance over the titles.  I don’t have time for nonsense – I get too overwhelmed – so, naturally, I click the link.  He’s “skeptical”, but he’s sent it anyway, so it bears at least a glance…

Twenty minutes or so later, after having perused the site and watched the video of a news report they have there, I call him at work.  This is a VERY close approximation to the conversation that followed:

How much did you look at?  Do you know what they are saying?” I ask him.

I didn’t have time to look too much, and I can’t watch the video at work,” he tells me.

I think I want to try this,” I tell him.  Then the tears start welling up in my eyes.  “No, I HAVE to try this.  They say they can CURE allergies, Brian.  CURE them.  I don’t know… I’m skeptical… but if it WORKS… I think I have to try.  If it DOES work, and I DON’T try it… I can’t… I need to try this.”

So… make an appointment,” he says.

Are you sure?  I mean… we can’t afford it right now.

We’ll spend more than that in copays this month as it is, based on what we’ve been spending.  Nothing else has worked, and it can’t hurt to try.  Just make an appointment and see what it’s all about and we’ll take it one step at a time.  If you want to try it, then let’s do it.”

Have I mentioned lately how much I love my husband?  So.  Very.  Much.

I called them within about ten minutes or so after that.  I didn’t want to lose my nerve.  I was still skeptical, myself, you see.  Still so very wanting to believe that they could do what they say, but really – doubting it.  But I couldn’t risk not trying.

My first appointment was January 7th, 2010.  By January 20th, we’d confirmed we could use the money in the health spending account to cover it (since Brian had set one up after we’d had SO MANY doctor’s appointments the prior year) and that evening Brian and Jareth had their first appointment.  The next day, January 21st, Kayla had hers.  Within ONE WEEK, I could tell that there was a difference.  Within ONE MONTH, I had gotten to a point where I had realized that I had energy equivallent to when I was in college, AND I had successfully weaned OFF one of my fibromyalgia medications AND cut the medications for my Irritable Bowel Syndrome in half.  TODAY, I called and asked to have the packet to wean down off of one of my other fibromyalgia medications as it is giving me TOO MUCH energy.  At this point, even when I’m NOT under the influence of that particular medication, I feel like I have more energy than I have ever had in my entire life.  Maybe when I was a child, back before I can remember…?  Maybe I had this kind of energy then?

Don’t get me wrong.  The knees still hurt, so I’m not giving up a couple of my meds just yet.  There’s a different kind of problem there.  I’ve also noticed other things.  I had a head injury back in July of 2001.  The swelling to my brain didn’t end until they were at the point where the next step would be drilling a hole to drain the fluid.  Five days in ICU, ten days in the hospital total, with months of seizure meds and follow-ups.  The swelling crushed my olfactory nerve, and one day I realized I’d lost most of my sense of smell as a result.

Nope.  What I’d lost was the ability to smell the finer details, clearly.  Or maybe, the body CAN heal that after all, despite the surgeon saying that it was likely to be permanent.  Over the last two months, I have gained nearly all my sense of smell back.  Because I’ve gotten rid of so many allergies… I can breathe again.  And those were mostly FOOD allergies – we’re just getting into the pollens and respiratory stuff.

The treatment is relatively painless, they say.  After two years of allergy shots with no results, I can attest to that.  With the shots, every other Monday night was my own personal hell.  I wanted so badly for them to work that I was all but lying to the ENT nurses – telling them that the side effects I was experiencing were less than they really were because I had already been sent back to the starting point once.  “Shots night” meant we met at a clinic so Jareth, Brian and I could all each have one shot per arm, which left us burning at first and then bruised later on.  I would get a serious headache, dizziness, and fatigue.  And then – I couldn’t sleep.  Every other Monday night was one where I would toss and turn and then have brief bits of sleep where I’d wake up from nightmares and not get any rest at all.  And, two weeks later, I’d have to go do it again and pretend (mostly for Jareth’s sake) that everything was going great.

That was every two weeks.  Once I realized what this was going to do for me – I started scheduling as many appointments as I could.  A few times, I even had two in one day, with a two-hour break in between.

I won’t say there haven’t been side effects to these treatments, however.  There have been points where my body was detoxing so much I would just suddenly need to lay down and sleep.  I could tell my body was going through something.  And I started to realize early on that my body was communicating with me more and more through the process.  One of the two doctors who administer the treatment described it to me as an “onion” effect.  With each new allergy/sensitivity that was resolved, my body was better able to notice and communicate the other problems.  There was a point, about one month in, where I began to feel like I might have a clue about what it felt like to go through chemotherapy – there were points where I felt the way my mother once looked when she was going through chemo.  I cried and cried, and slept as much of it off as I could, while my body grappled with trying to tell me about EVERY DAMNED PROBLEM THAT EVER WAS, as it pertained to my health.

Please remember that I was (and still am) going EVERY DAY.  Results not typical, unless you are going to fanatically try to get better as FAST AS FREAKING POSSIBLE, like I am.  Most people could probably do this once per week and their body would have more time to adapt and adjust to the new input.  But, at this point, you know I have been both desperate and used to the “no pain, no gain” philosophy.  And it was working!  No WAY was I going to slow down!  I still haven’t yet. 

Then they treated me for EMOTIONS.

That’s right folks – certain emotions, like Anxiety and Sadness, were literally giving me physical problems.  THIS was the “critical mass” point for me.  I’d been feeling crappy all week, like I was fighting something off.  I wasn’t sure if I was sick or if I’d just been overdoing the treatments, but I was leaning towards “sick” based on nearly throwing up Tuesday morning.  Brian had stayed home that day and I’d skipped my treatment.  On Wednesday, I dragged my still-waning self into the office to get the treatment in.  On Monday, I’d been having a discussion there about what exactly a treatment for emotions might help with.  We’d talked about it in relation to Jareth, but on Wednesday, (oh yeah, this is LAST Wednesday, folks) I went in and suggested we do that one for ME instead.

I started feeling a little different before I’d even left the office.  By Thursday evening, I was euphoric.  I had never felt so good in my LIFE.  I was grinning ear-to-ear and telling everyone I could catch the ear of…

The web site.  Go there.  Look at it.  It WORKS.  Here, I’ll link it again, to make it more convenient: 

 http://www.midwestallergyrelief.com/

There’s so much more that I can, and will say about this.  In the last four days I have possibly accomplished more than I have in the prior four weeks towards tasks that have been sitting in my inbox for months.  My energy is better.  My focus and alertness have improved.  I am absolutely amazed at what they have been able to do for me in such a short period of time.  The results are dramatic and phenomenal!

I will continue this in a future post.  I want to talk about the treatment itself – how it works.  I want to tell you how the kids have responded.  I’m hoping to encourage Brian to post his own results on his web page as well, since he has to schedule his appointments in the evenings and is taking the process more slowly than I am.  I want to tell you about the great people I’ve met there, and how different an experience it has been than the cold, dry medical world I’d grown accustomed to.

Stay tuned.  More to come as I have time!

Bunny Photo Shoot #1

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For some reason I like this picture best out of the mini photo shoot Kayla and I did this morning with Snowflake.  He and I have been coming to terms.  Clearly he likes his cage a.  particular.  way.  Thus, the litterbox has swapped corners with the toy corner, I have moved the hay hanger and bin from the back to the front of the cage, and today I removed the food dish that he kept flicking all the food out of before eating it and instead put in one of the very bowls you see in the picture above.  He also gets his salad served to him on a matching white rectangular plate these days.  Perhaps he just likes to color coordinate all his dishes with his fur, or perhaps he just prefers the texture and shape of these dishes.

He tends to communicate his hunger with his teeth.  He’ll either bite at my clothes if I’m holding him, or he’ll start trying to rip up the rug if he’s been out to play as is often the case.  He’s only bit on fingers once or twice and never enough to draw blood – just his way of reminding us that he’d like more of the lettuce those fingers were holding before he snarfed it down.  He’s picky about his carrots – so far he’s only liked them hidden in treat-form or in peels mixed in with his greens.  I put out a metal 9×9 baking pan with some of the aspen litter I’ve been using and he and I have adjusted it’s placement on the rug until he is mostly litter-trained even when he is out playing in the family room.  The real problem is the litter itself.  I’m thinking I may need to get some sort of rug that will keep the litter in as he leaves, since it’s ending up all over the rug and then the kids’ socks and beyond.  Ugh.  I keep sweeping up and then snagging the dustbuster to deal with the stragglers, but I’ll have to work on a solution to keep them from getting so far.  I’m thinking we could get a rug to extend off the carpet, but I’d need something that will either attract and keep the litter or have an edge that sticks up?  Perhaps my bunny-savvy friends will give me some ideas there…

There are more pictures, some with Kayla too, and hopefully I’ll get some others online.  Meanwhile, I’m overwhelmed with the backlog of things that didn’t get done before or during the holiday break and also usually feeling overmedicated to the point of either exhaustion or tears or both, mixed with a healthy dose of the usual pain.  Ugh.  And now, somehow, the husband and one of my friends who are both tracking workouts and calories on an iPhone app have gotten ME tracking the same info for myself.  It’s only been a couple of days but one of them I nearly doubled the amount of calories the damned thing allotted me.  It was at least a little heartening yesterday, when I snacked, had all three meals AND dessert, but came in nearly 300 calories UNDER my target… because I’d worked out that morning.  Heh.  If only I had the time (and energy) to do that every day.  I hate diets.  So I’m NOT dieting.  I’m just… submitting to peer pressure.  *sigh*  I’m going to miss aobut 1/4 of my own cooking, as  Brian slowly goes through my recipes as I cook them and determines the calorie intake per serving.   While most of my recipes ARE turning out just fine, SOME of them are just decadent.  Although, even Brian says that the app calculated a smaller calorie budget than he would have suggested, so I have a little wiggle room.

On the medical front, I’m going to be getting a second opinion in a couple of weeks, from a different doctor.  It’s not that I don’t believe I have this Fibromyalgia thing.  It’s that I want the “healing” process to involve less drugs and yet happen SOONER.  I woke up around 4 am a week or so ago and found myself staggering and stumbling drunkenly when I tried to get to the bathroom.  I FELT drugged and it was frightening.  I’ve been feeling a lot more shifts as time-release drugs kick on and a lot more moodiness from the most recent drug addition – Lyrica.  I’m seeing the Rheumatologist tomorrow though, and I’m sure she’ll either dial that one down or change it.  Nonetheless, I’m still going to go for the second opinion.  I’m growing more concerned that my high blood pressure is on the sidelines and I’m just on too many meds as it is to add another one so I’ve been stalling both my primary and my cardiologist from giving me anything.  I need to have OTHER stuff removed without leaving me in agony – and I’m already in some pain as it is, since I’ve been refusing to up the dosages on the pain meds.  I don’t need to be any more drugged up – I have enough days that I feel like I’m wading through a reality fog just to focus on the task at hand.  And some days I have to bully up my willpower just to go from sitting to standing as I never know if I’ll find more pain in the process.  The idea was supposed to be that we were going to retrain my brain and body to understand signals correctly, but I’m still getting the same signals – some seem to be getting worse!  There are days I just want to stay in bed.  My emotions are all out of wack, so I sometimes burst into tears over the tiniest thing…

Oof.  Enough of that.  I could go on for hours.  But I’ve got a little boy to go get from school, a little girl to wake from her nap, and a bunny to play with when we all get back home.  I like those options MUCH better.  *grin*

Perhaps I’m not TOTALLY a cynic after all…

But Baby, It’s Cold Outside…

Not long ago, a lady looked at Kayla and I in the hardware store and asked me “How can you refuse that cute little girl anything?“  and I had to reply that sometimes… I can’t.  This bright-eyed little face decided to come inside from playing in the snow.  I popped off her hat and found curls and a smile waiting for me.  I took pictures and then we ate the snow off her scarf.  Heehee.  I suggested it tasted like “cold Outside” and she sagely agreed.