Friday, June 20, 2008

My new doctor

I've been seeing a Dr. in a smallish town 2 hours away from me. He specializes in thyroid disease and complementary medicine. He is an allopath, a dentist, an accupuncturist, a master herbologist, has a designation in chinese medicine and is working towards his full designation as whatever a chinese medicineologist would be called :D

He's doubled my existing thyroid medication. Added in an adrenal supplement as well as B-complex, vitamin C and magnesium. All helpful in healing the adrenals.

Let me just say it again - I LOVE doctors who look beyond the numbers. My numbers tend to suck - so they do look at them, but the regular doctors just never look past the numbers to ask the question "why do they suck so badly?" Why do I swing like a pendulum? Something has to be off, some underlying support system keeps dropping the ball.

Anywho, I'm excited. I am back to taking 1,000,000 pills a day. But, I remember that the best health time of my last decade was when I was seeing Dr. K and Dr. A and taking 1,000,000 pills and tinctures a day. Last time I checked vitamins and minerals are actually required for your body to work properly.

Whoo Hoo!!

New glasses

I don't have a very strong prescription, but these help with eyestrain a lot.

I also finished getting all the colour out of my hair. Yay.

I have a master plan, but the first step was getting it back to it's natural colour.

Crazy dreams

I occasionally get these "blast from the past" dreams. I'm sure everyone does (I tell myself that to stay sane.) Dreams where you can see, hear, smell, and touch the object of the dream. Sometimes it sets my day on it's ear. I get to see people that I will always adore. And, I saw them as they would be today, not as they're locked in my memory banks - 20 years younger.

It was crazy, it was awesome, it was heart yanking, it was bittersweet, it was an all encompassing emotional ride that I wasn't conscious for. All I'm left with when I finally come to is a strange combination of happiness from being visited and unsettledness for knowing that I will never, realistically, ever see these people again.

Makes for a mixed bag of feelings at 6:30 a.m.

Hopefully, coffee will chase some of the mixture away.