Chinese Herbs: Desperate times, desperate measures

I’ve never been into anything other than Western Medicine, mostly because I prefer to have at least one constant, knowing exactly what is going into my body.

I have so many weird things happening to me, keeping the medicine under controlled circumstances at least allows some framework to compare my symptoms up against, etc.

Now…well, now I’m very ill and I’m here in Ottawa, where no one knows me. It’s hard enough to convince people in Los Angeles that I’m as sick as I say I am, and that’s in a city where doctors can look into the computer system at thousands and thousands of pages of medical records if they don’t believe me.

But here?

It’s starting all over again.

I’m getting an emergency shipment of medicine from Los Angeles, but I really need to find a way to get my body off of IV antibiotics completely. IV antibiotics around here are a big ‘OMG YOU’RE ON IV ANTIBIOTICS???’

People are usually too busy freaking out, they don’t even hear me. They’re just too busy marveling over how could possibly someone as healthy looking as I am, possibly need something as wretched as IV antibiotics. They just can’t believe what they’re seeing.

So, I’m willing to try anything at this point to get myself through this disaster I’m in. I’m almost positive it’s lingering problem with my port surgery (5 days after stopping the Vanco, I started to go downhill again–I’m positive it’s port infection problems, either from the removal surgery or the putting it in surgery. One of those surgeries have me a problem.

Now, if every time I stop the Vanco I keep having problems, unfortunately it means my port is going to have to come out, and that would be **downright awful**.

That desperation is what’s giving me the courage to jump in and try something new. If it works, I’ll go with it. I’ll try anything at this point.

About hopeforanswers

Some kind of rare immune deficiency, yet to be determined. A lifetime of infections without an elevated white cell blood or fever. Very grateful to be alive, very thankful for the friends who’ve supported me and for access to literally millions of dollars worth of medical care. I’m not the bubble child, I’m somewhere in between.
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