Pleasure to meet you!

Writing is helpful. Sharing stories is even more helpful. I'm typically a "holder of other people's stories" both professionally and personally, but I feel it's very healing to get your own story out in the world.

So, it's a pleasure to meet you! I'm "Atypical Dandelion." Let me explain. If I hear another doctor use the word "atypical" to describe me or my symptoms I'm going to snap. So rather than do something rash (or potentially illegal) I'm claiming that word. YES! I'm atypical. But that doesn't have to mean anything negative. I'm unique, distinctive, un-definable and defy all the odds. I'm "atypical." 

The "dandelion" stands for health, persistence, perseverance and fragility. I'm all those things too! I'm on a quest for health. I've learned to be ridiculously persistent. But at times I can run out of spoons and be fragile. Did you know that dandelions are super good for you? It's true! The root, flower and leaf are all very high in nutrients. Why it's considered a "weed" I'll never know. I find them beautiful and symbolic. They grow and thrive in the worst of conditions (much like a lotus flower) and carry your wish on the wind. If you ask me they're magical. 

I'm on a quest to heal myself. I'd like to trust others to heal me too, but so far that isn't working out so well. After my treatment for Latent TB 3 years ago my body just decided not to be doing so well. I'm still trying to get a solid diagnosis, but the best I can tell I have something autoimmune happening, a chemical sensitivity and gluten intolerance (not Celiac Disease.) 

(Good morning breakfast!)

After my rheumatologist appointment last week I was left with the helpful information of "we may never know exactly what's going on with you and we might just have to settle for a best guess." I found that incredibly depressing to hear. Of course she also wants to chuck more drugs at me without knowing exactly what's wrong. Maybe the 7 vials of blood I gave and the MRI I'll have Thursday for my hands will reveal something. I'm ever hopeful. After crying in the bathroom at the medical center and feeling extremely angry and un-heard I decided it was up to me to try and help myself. 

Three months ago out of sheer desperation to find something to help ease the neuropathy in my arms and legs I decided to test out a gluten free diet. I read that sometimes people who have been on long, high doses of antibiotics (like I was for the Latent TB) can develop a gluten intolerance. Right away I noticed a big improvement and that bolstered my confidence.

Although I don't feel like I can really "heal myself 100%" I do feel like what I eat and what I put on my body can seriously affect my health. So I came up with what I called "Plan Ass Kick." 

Plan Ass Kick is Underway!
The pink nail polish was a required mood booster.

Ditto for the pussywillows.

Plan ass kick is a combination of foods to avoid, supplements and foods to indulge in. I'm trying to avoid sugar (a known inflammation causer) and eating a lot of fresh foods. I'm making my own juice every morning with ginger, turmeric, kale, spinach, carrots and apples. I'm getting lots of rest and trying to avoid stress. I purged my beauty products of anything with chemicals in it. I'm using crystal deodorant and "mud" toothpaste. I gave Oil of Olay the kiss off and use vitamin E oil instead. Get the picture?

Its been 6 days since I started PAK. Maybe my neuropathy is a tiny bit better, but that's all I've noticed. But that's where patience comes in. Some medications for Rheumatoid Arthritis (the closest thing my Rheumatologist says she thinks I have) can take up to 6 months to start working. 6 MONTHS!!! So I think I can give it longer than six days.

My symptoms are too long to list. But my major ones are the neuropathy, dizziness, dry mouth, sleep problems, occasional brain fog, fatigue, chronic joint pain and loss of grip strength in both hands (mostly my right though). Cutting out gluten got rid of every GI symptom I was having, reduced my swelling and improved the joint pain. It has been helpful enough to make me go out of my way to avoid gluten as much as I can.

It's really scary not knowing what's going on in my own body. It's very frustrating when the specialists don't know either. It's incredibly exhausting trying to find answers, fight depression and communicate my needs to people who love me. Spoons are hard to come by and I'm hoping this blog will be a tool to help me hold onto some of them.