Saw a new doctor last week. I feel like I’ve run my course with Mathias. Every time I go with the same old symptoms (anxiety/insomnia) he just throws a new Rx at me and says he doesn’t know what else to do. It’s sad for me, but I appreciate his honesty, because that means it’s time to move on and find a new route.
Enter Dr. Ginsberg, via my sister in law. She’s a gyno, but specializes in hormone balancing combined with nutrition, so she really gets how the gut is the epicenter of everything in the body.
I meet with her and a nutritionist for my first visit. 8 vials of blood and 2.5 hours later I walk out with no answers other than my GI is wrecked and my hormones are wandering around like assholes, disregarding their purpose and ruining my life. Things I already know.
4 days later I returned with a urine specimen and they took 4 more vials of blood. The nurse got the vein the first time, each time, which is a huge win for me.
THIS week, I get to do a 3 day stool specimen test. Yep. You should see this elaborate test kit they gave me. I’m surprised it didn’t include a hazmat suit. I get to poop in a tray (a tray!), then scoop my poop into little prescription bottles filled with liquid. There are skull and cross bones signs all over the bottles, warning you not to drink them. Uh, warning unnecessary guys. Really. Then I REFRIGERATE my specimens. Oh and I’m temping this week, so I get to do all of this in the office bathroom and then hide it under my desk. Once that’s done I ship it via FedEx….???
Anywho, this doctor is of the same vein as my current GI in that she says my gut is totes screwed and the cause of my current anguish. She’s also the first doctor to dig a little deeper into my anxiety. “Are you anxious like someone is coming to kill you and you’re afraid? Or is it more like hyperactivity?” No one has asked me that before. It’s definitely hyperactivity – I can’t sit still. Meanwhile, my brain has tucked itself in for the night, which leaves me with just enough power to watch Netflix. Tina Fey never gets old.
I have my follow up May 28. 432 weeks later, it seems. Guess it takes that long to get the test results back. Like I said, it wasn’t anything I haven’t heard before about my complicated case, but seems like a new approach. We’ll see. This shit ain’t cheap, either. Right out of the gate put me $600 in the hole. Nothing like a chronic disease to drain the ol’ bank account. Plus, the urine and stool tests were each around $150, not to mention what future costs I will incur. Worth it.
They also emphasized how gluten is the enemy because your body will attack gluten and your thyroid at the same time because they look identical. This causes a hell of a lot of confusion and, autoimmune disease if you’re lucky. My thyroid antibodies are 28, when they are supposed to be <20. My fasting glucose is high, but then it tapers out pretty evenly so they aren’t so positive that I have an insulin sensitivity. I’m sure a new diet will be in the works as the previous one I was going off of was compiled at the height of Belinda Carlisle’s career. For now – no cheese or gluten. Except when dining at French or Spanish restaurants. I mean, I’m not a barbarian.