Wednesday, June 24, 2009
~Carrie P. Snow
I. Today was more trepidatious than tragic, more trying than turkey. Driving into the city is always a complete killjoy- what, with the smog, snobs and Speedracer-analogous drivers. I literally have to avert my eyes from the scene (I usually avoid sitting behind the wheel for this part ; ) and attack my iphone or gossip rag, tunnel vision style, 'til we hit the driveway of our destination.
II. My doctor, for all intensive purposes, is turning out to be both brilliant and wacky. GF is Brillacky! Wackiant? It has become transparent to me that my case has her totally nonplused. In the face of this, she remains impeccably well prepared, thorough, unflappable. Consummate profesh. I walked in with notes on 3 key talking points I wished to address. Our notes matched; a little bit of medical-ese synchronized swimming on land. How cool is that?
I really dig that we share an FM frequency, a love of the macro and a blunt communication style. Although I don't have my new supplement recommendations at hand (she is sorting out her scribble and shooting out a detailed email tomorrow), we have reached a formal non-diagnosis. Endocrine disruption, with possible liver toxicity, pancreatic insufficiency and underlying viral component. Essentially, everything is a little off, and there are more questions than answers.
On the upside, we made fantastic progress in sifting through my acute symptoms as they relate to my history and the big health pie in the sky. We touched on Ayurveda, CM, Naturopathy and Western. We even spoke a bit about Reiki and emoting, pseudosciences which I hate, mostly because they're probably good for me and a he!! of a lot harder to do than popping a pill. The last therapist I saw quit, promptly renounced the field of clinical psychology, fled to Winnetonka, and became a sprout farmer. O.K. Not REALLY. But I swear she was THIS close.
All in all? We still have pretty much no clear cut idea what is going on with me. But, the appointment was great, and despite all the murkiness and grey area, I somehow feel settled and comfortable in our collaborative partnership. Good doctors are hard to find. Homegirl's a keeper.
III. My last optometrist? NOT a keeper. Transposed one axis reading onto the other. Swapped 'em. Made some imprudent calc determinations. Net result? Objects in mirror are closer than they OUCH! Owwww! Hey! Everything looks sort of groovy in here. Idiot!!! So, I spent 3 hours at my NEW O.D.'s office, and he's super cool. We righted the wrongs, transcribed the script properly, and I got a (SNAZZY!!!) new pair of aviators in late celebration of Summer Solstice.
Whew! I'm exhausted!