Doh! - またしでかしてしまった。。。

I wanna cry, too, bunny.
私も泣きたいよ～。

I'm just not good at sitting still and healing myself...

After months of dealing with spotty tonsils and flared-up mono, I was finally feeling up to taking up a role in our Toastmasters meeting -- i.e. I was dying to go out and do something. (Never mind it took an IV/massage/acupuncture/qi-gong blitz on Wed/Thurs/Friday.)

Well, the ending result is a bleeding throat. Doh! So much for dreaming maybe I'd be able to catch a chat with a friend over tea some time soon. (I guess I still could -- I just have to be a really good listener and not so much a chatter. Or I need a chalkboard.)

I talked to my doc last week, and we'll do another 3-month round of chelation therapy to rid of more mercury/heavy metal in my body (I was taking a little break to rest my kidney), and we'd try double-dosing immunoglobulin shots this time along with the anti-viral IVs in an attempt to boost my immune system.

So the saga continues... I guess the fact I can be up and typing is an improvement from a month ago, though. :-)

-A

P.S. A thought: Maybe I should enroll in some miming classes, so I can learn to communicate without talking.

じっと安静にしている、ということがとことん苦手なようです。

２ヶ月ほど水玉もようの喉と、悪化した単核球症と
共存して、出かけて何かしたい症候群になっていた私。
水・木・金と点滴、マッサージ、鍼、気功と、
手を尽くしてトーストマスターズのミーティングに
久しぶりに参加することができました。

結果は、、、焼けるような喉と熱。
あーんとしてみたら、白かったところが今度は赤い。
（紅白だから縁起は良い？！）
うがいしてみたらやはり・・・血が出てます。

あーあ。　もうちょっとで、お友達とお茶でも飲んで
お喋りでもできるかしら～と思ってたのに。
（話を聞く側にとことんまわればいいのかな。
それか、小さい黒板を持参して筆談？）

先週、線維筋痛症・慢性疲労症候群クリニックの
お医者様と話して、また３ヶ月、DMSAを飲んで
体内の重金属をもう少し排出する治療をすること
（飲み続けると腎臓に負担がかかるので
ちょっと休んでました）、あとはまた抗グロブリン注射、
ただし今回は一回の量を倍にして、毎週点滴も続け、
しつこい慢性感染・免疫不全に対処することになりました。

そしてまた冒険は続く。。。　でも、こうして起きて
更新できるだけ、一ヶ月前よりは良くなってるという
ことですね。 (^_^)

-英

P.S. しばらく喋らなくてすむように、
パントマイムでも習うべきかしら・・・。

Aging while being sick (and during an election cycle)

Hello Kitty Pumpkin! Truly awesome.

Happy Halloween Eve! (For those of you I haven't emailed: You must check out The 7 Types of Pet Costumes.)

I’m barely making my once-a-month post… My friend Mick left me a comment on my last post (which had to do with the fall festival): “Please post a new page before a 'snow festival' starts.”

Ha ha, very funny. Hey, at least it’s not time for the cherry blossom festival yet! So would you forgive me?

A couple of days ago, I found my second piece of gray hair. For the first one, which I think I found a few months back, I had this visceral reaction to pluck it, although they say you shouldn’t do that. I realize a lot of folks get gray at a younger age, so I shouldn’t gripe about it, but it was so shiny and silver among my brown/black hair it shocked me a little bit. Yes, I plucked it again. I blame this one on the election season.

(You know you’re being too obsessive when you’re incessantly checking Google News & cnn.com & politico.com & FiveThirtyEight.com on top of your regular NPR programming, and you’ve read one too many article on slate.com and The New Yorker magazine. I usually don't mind my limited exposure to The New Yorker to be at my Bostonian therapist’s office -- although their endorsement for Obama presidency was one of the most eloquent prior to Gen. Colin Powell's, which also referenced a beautiful, haunting picture in the magazine. The “election season” has gone on for waaaay too long, and the suspense is killing me. I'm bad at sitting still... as I'm too sick to volunteer, I’d like to go into a cryogenic freeze chamber and come out Wednesday morning.)

I always hoped to age gracefully. We live in a culture that’s obsessed with youth, but I always believed with age came wisdom, and along that reasoning, that aging must be a good thing.

Except I don’t feel particularly wiser, than, say, when I started becoming sick about two years ago. For that matter, I don’t feel particularly older, either. Having been sick and spending much of my time in bed and various clinics has felt a little bit like having been in a glass box -- like the one depicted by mimes. I’m in there, and my life is paused, while I watch everyone else outside, living their lives and moving. Friends have had babies, loved ones passed on, and here I am, kind of in the same place, in the same old glass box.

Behold: squirrel mime.

Of course I’m probably feeling like this because I’m writing this with my left hand while getting my nth (who can keep the count?) anti-viral IV, which I’ve been getting weekly. Since this summer my lovely & chronic Epstein-Barr viral infection (a.k.a. mono) seems to have flared up, with accompanying tonsillitis to boot. I don’t know if my Vancouver jaunt was premature, or if it was the combination of that with other summer activities, but according to the key witness (a.k.a. husband), “It was a steady downward spiral for a while there,” a bit like Sarah Palin’s approval rating.

Fortunately, not my throat...
The Wiki picture of tonsillitis. Yikes!
My white spots are much smaller now, thank you.

My white blood cell count is now in the low end of acceptable range, but not high enough to fight off my infections, and my natural killer cell count is… well, let’s just say they apparently barely exist.

I also got my most recent mercury test result back, and the news is mixed. It’s gone down a little bit from before (yay), yet it’s still twice as high as the upper limit of normal range (boo). And I have high levels of lead and tin (why?!). Having been a good student most of my life, getting back bad test results feels like failure, like I’m not a good patient or something.

I know I shouldn’t feel that way. Although I still get low fever every time I move around a little bit, I’m definitely doing a little better than I was in September. I can drive myself to my appointments instead of taking a cab. So who knows, maybe soon, my glass box can turn into a mosquito net, from which I can step out.

In the meantime, I need to gain back some weight. (I used to have a roommate in high school who weighed something like 95 pounds at 5'7", and she was always complaining she couldn’t find clothes that fit. I was a little chubby back then and I thought she was a bitch for complaining about such things -- 20 years later, I feel her pain. Hey, maybe I am becoming wiser. This illness is teaching me empathy!) If you’re in the area and want to go grab some prime rib shabu shabu or BBQ ribs (sorry, my vegetarian friends! Sometimes a girl needs pure fat before winter), give me a holler. If you’re not in the area but want to help boost my natural killer cell count, go vote for Barack Obama (just kidding… well, not really).


Obama '08 - Vote For Hope from MC Yogi on Vimeo.

-A

（まだこれを日本語にする元気はナイ・・・
すみません m(__)m ）

Another piece of puzzle, found -- また見つかった、パズルのヒント。

If I were a medical detective, I might have found my case to be quite intriguing and fun.

Most doctors don't have that much time to spend on one patient to unravel the mystery that is a human body -- so pieces of information are found little by little, very slowly. Even then, finding something is exciting.

I just found out yesterday that the mercury level in my body is quite high -- off-the-chart-high. (Literally. They had a bar chart on the lab result sheet, and my result went off the "very elevated" range; the doctor said it was the highest level she'd seen. This is one of those times where you really don't want to come in on top.) I also have an elevated level of lead.

I don't really know how this happened, because it's not like I ate more tuna than an average Japanese person. It's not even my favorite fish. :-/

One thing Daniel and I could think of was the old form of dental amalgams. Most likely due to celiac disease, I had very little enamel on my teeth as a child and as an adult, so I'd had basically melting teeth and extensive dental work all my life. Needless to say, I've had lots of metal in my mouth, though all the metal crowns have been replaced now.

Signs of mercury contamination can include fatigue, lack of physical endurance, headaches, and immune suppression, possibly immune dysregulation. It can advance to tremors and incoordination, anemia, psychoses, manic behaviors, possibly autoimmune disorders, renal dysfunction or failure. (In other words, it's a good thing I found this out now.)

Hmmm. Suspicious, very suspicious! It would make sense, if one of the reasons I couldn't get rid of my chronic infections was immune suppression from mercury. I was frustrated recently by the fact my white blood cell count keeps dropping, so if I can help elevate it by getting rid of mercury, that would be good news.

I'll start on a detoxifying agent (DMSA) for a couple of months to see if that helps. (It'll make me nauseated, but oh well. No pain, no gain.) Wish me luck! The hard part will be limiting certain kids of sushi...

-A

もし私が、医学的観点から謎解きをする探偵だったら、
自分の事件（病気）はけっこう面白かったんではないかと思います。

お医者様はたいてい、そんなに一件の事件（一人の体）に割く
時間がありませんから、ヒント、または答えは、ゆっくり
少しずつ見つかるようです。　それだけに、何かまた
見つかるのはちょっと心躍りますね～。

昨日「これはどうだ?!」とやってみた検査の結果が出て、
体内の水銀汚染濃度がえらく高いことが分かりました。
（棒グラフになってたんだけど、高すぎて、グラフを
はみ出してしまった。　先生も「きっと今まで見た中で
一番高いわ～」とか。 そんなんで一番になりたくない。）
なぜか鉛の汚染度も高いそうな。

ほかの日本人よりマグロとかを多く食べてきたわけでは
ありませんし、何故かは良く分かりません。
（一番好きな魚というわけじゃないし。）

ひとつダニエルと私で考え付いたことは、
｛しかよう｝古い虫歯にかぶせた歯科用アマルガムくらい。

多分セリアック病のおかげで、大多数の
乳歯も永久歯もエナメル層がちゃんと形成されなかった
私の歯は、いつも溶けてるも同然でした。
歯医者さんにはこってりお世話になって、
口の中はいつも金属だらけだったかも。
最近全部変えましたが。

水銀汚染の症状はいろいろありますが、
｛しんたい じきゅうりょく｝少し挙げてみると、倦怠感、身体持久力の低下、
頭痛、免疫抑制、免疫調節異常、などなど。
｛きんにく｝さらにエスカレートすると、体の震え、筋肉の協調運動失調、
貧血、精神病、躁鬱、自己免疫疾患、腎機能障害そして、
腎不全などになります。　（見つけて良かったね～、ということ。）

う～む、ワトソン君、これはあやしいですよ～。
もしこの免疫抑制が、いろいろな慢性感染が治らない
要因の一つであったなら、ちょっと説明がつきます。
最近白血球が少しずつ減少していてめげていたので、
もしこれに手を打つことで免疫力が上がるなら、
そんなに嬉しいことはないです。

これから２ヶ月ほど、DMSAというジメルカプトコハク酸を
用いて、水銀と鉛が体外に出るようキレーション療法に
挑んでみます。　（気持ち悪くなるけど、良薬口に苦し、
ってことで。）　一番つらいのは、種類によってお寿司を
避けなきゃいけないことかも・・・。

- 英