Health Update
Mar. 2nd, 2005 08:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matilda36Considering that this has been quite a week for me with doctors, I am writing down some of the things. The coincidences are pretty freaky, but it is also possible that I have been watching too much X-files recently.
First, Friday I went to see Manuela's naturopath/reflexologist. She did something to my feet that helped my back a lot, diagnosed an hormonal unbalance and sent me to a postural homeopath. Oh and she gave me some well chosen herbs. The spooky thing is that she knows my psychiatrist. She was very complimentary about him and said that my work with him is already bearing results (and it's true. I didn't freak out without internet for an entire day.
Still recovering, even if a bit cranky because of my bad back, bad sleep, bad dreams, and too much love I went to Broccoli, that said that is so happy with my progress that we can move to the next phase. So he has moved the goalposts. No rest for the wicked.
Monday evening, I go to the ophthalmologist, for a check up. Lost 1 degree in each eye, hurray, and my muscles are not working well, because I have a bad flux of energy. At this diagnosis, me and my doberman made polite inquiries and found out that my ophthalmologist is also an alternative medicine practitioner. He confirmed the first diagnosis, but suggested a different osteopath.
So yesterday we decided that the doberman is trying one osteopath and i am trying the other one. Then we see which one is better.
The scary things are:
1) that all these doctors knew each others and gave me similar diagnosis without talking to each other.
2)That I discovered not one but two doctors working in traditional settings, with traditional educations, that had been "corrupted" and using alternative methods of healing.
3)That I not only am getting better, but may be on the way to be well, for actually the first time in my life.
I should be happy of my progresses, but I am in reality scared shitless. I am not used to be healthy. Being healthy means that I will have to do something with my life and it's not that I don't want it, but I want it my way and I haven't got a clue about what I want to do when I grow up.
Guess I'll simply have to see what I become and take it from there...
First, Friday I went to see Manuela's naturopath/reflexologist. She did something to my feet that helped my back a lot, diagnosed an hormonal unbalance and sent me to a postural homeopath. Oh and she gave me some well chosen herbs. The spooky thing is that she knows my psychiatrist. She was very complimentary about him and said that my work with him is already bearing results (and it's true. I didn't freak out without internet for an entire day.
Still recovering, even if a bit cranky because of my bad back, bad sleep, bad dreams, and too much love I went to Broccoli, that said that is so happy with my progress that we can move to the next phase. So he has moved the goalposts. No rest for the wicked.
Monday evening, I go to the ophthalmologist, for a check up. Lost 1 degree in each eye, hurray, and my muscles are not working well, because I have a bad flux of energy. At this diagnosis, me and my doberman made polite inquiries and found out that my ophthalmologist is also an alternative medicine practitioner. He confirmed the first diagnosis, but suggested a different osteopath.
So yesterday we decided that the doberman is trying one osteopath and i am trying the other one. Then we see which one is better.
The scary things are:
1) that all these doctors knew each others and gave me similar diagnosis without talking to each other.
2)That I discovered not one but two doctors working in traditional settings, with traditional educations, that had been "corrupted" and using alternative methods of healing.
3)That I not only am getting better, but may be on the way to be well, for actually the first time in my life.
I should be happy of my progresses, but I am in reality scared shitless. I am not used to be healthy. Being healthy means that I will have to do something with my life and it's not that I don't want it, but I want it my way and I haven't got a clue about what I want to do when I grow up.
Guess I'll simply have to see what I become and take it from there...
