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Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue, Gurus, Laughter

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Kumare, Phyllis Diller, and MeA few weeks ago, I watched the documentary, Kumare, about an American guy of Indian (Southest Asian Indian) descent who pretends to be a guru.  It’s an amazing movie and I highly recommend it.  It beautifully, and somewhat scarily, asks the question–why are we always looking for the answers outside of ourselves?

This man moves to Phoenix, and convinces a handful of people that he is really a guru.  His whole philosophy is centered around the idea that the answers to life’s questions are really inside each of us.  That we don’t need to look outside of ourselves.  The answers are within.  He says this a hundred different ways.  People are really moved by him.

I won’t spoil the end, but I promise it’s worth watching…and thinking about.

I’m sitting here, on the first day of school, not going to school, not teaching, because I’m so tired I can’t teach anymore.  It’s fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue.  But what is that?  I wonder if it’s just PTSD from my not-so-great childhood.  Maybe it’s my fillings, my thyroid, my adrenals, my toxic toenail polish?  My circadian rhythms, my longtime vegetarianism which included a lot of carbs!  Who knows?  That’s the thing.  Nobody really knows.

I’m reading a book called Healing is Possible.  It’s by an M.D. who is also an alternative practitioner.  It seems like a great book.  He has a “big six” things that might be wrong with me/us.  Then a little six too.  It’s methodical and well presented.  But there’s not a lot of scientific backup that I see.  He practices pretty close to me, about a hundred miles away.  I contacted the office to see what it would cost to go.  Well, all done and told if I go about 10 times and take a bunch of tests and buy a bunch of supplements/meds, it’ll be probably $5K out of pocket.  And still it might not work.  Is he my guru?

I emailed my Psychiatrist and she might be able to convince my Kaiser GP to give me the T3 test that might show that I need some thyroid medicine.  Several books suggest that thyroid problems are behind FMS/CFS.   This is after my failed efforts at getting answers from my GP and Endocrinologist at Kaiser, not that Kaiser’s bad, FMS/CFS is  just a mystery, and mysteries are not part of the HMO cost-cutting ways.  And I respect Kaiser in a lot of ways.  But I don’t think Kaiser is my guru.

Okay, this is  sort of an aside, and will definitely age me, but the reason I have an endocrinologist at Kaiser is because I have a nodule on my thyroid that the Kaiser peeps say is unrelated to my FMS/CFS.  The endocrinologist sticks a needle in it every couple of years to make sure it’s not malignant.  I just realized recently that this is actually … wait for it … a GOITER!  Okay, add that to the BURSITIS in my hip–I am PHYLLIS DILLER!  Oh my God.  Did anyone watch Flip Wilson back in the day?  I was, of course, an infant, but I remember her complaining, in that nasally voice, “Oh my bursitis!”  Maybe Phyllis Diller is my Guru.  Or maybe the answer is within.  Or maybe both.

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fibro what?

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San Francisco viewed from Alameda on a cloudy day

So, I have Fibromyalgia.  I’ve known this for about four or five years.  It’s not a happy situation.  I hurt a lot and have no energy.  I quit my job because of it–well, that’s the short version.  The long version…well, let’s just say I am not the teacher, or woman, I once was, and leave it at that.  Also, California Public Schools are not what they were when I started.  Stop there.  Don’t do the long version.

I have been researching non-stop about Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue recently.  All I’m left with are questions.

Is it caused by too many nerve endings as suggested by this study? 

Is it mercury poisoning from my mouth full of silver amalgam fillings as suggested by Dr. Mark Hyman in this article?

Is it subclinical, undiagnosed hypothyroidism as suggested by numerous books and articles–the work of Dr. David Brownstein and Dr. John Lowe?

Oh gosh.  Inside, I fear and maybe believe that it’s just residual crappola from my crappy childhood.  Holding all of that stuff inside for so long–despite all of my efforts in therapy, my body still hangs onto it?

I’ve looked at so many books and websites and emailed my Primary Care Physician and my Endocrinologist at Kaiser, to no avail.  All of the suggested causes and cures are too alternative for Kaiser.  And I’m not sure I want to shell out the money for a naturopath or somebody like that when I’m living on savings and not sure I have the energy to go back to full time work without a solution…but where does that leave me?  Conundrum city.  Like this picture of beautiful San Francisco from the east side of the bay…so pretty, but so many clouds.  Not clear at all.

Okay, time to do something fun.  I think I’ll watch something on t.v. about zombies and vampires.  Trouble that is not real.  Trouble that is a metaphorical reflection of our society, but still, not really real.  I have to stop obsessing about my health because I’m sure it just makes it worse.  Obsessing is the real living death, the real blood-sucker.

So here’s my protocol:  Eat real food, not a lot; exercise a little every day; meditate and pray.  Focus more on what’s right than what’s wrong.  Don’t get stuck in the false dichotomy of alternative medicine versus corporate medicine.

real food, real life

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Well, I’ve been eating real food for a couple of weeks now.  I am designing a new blog at projectrealfood.wordpress.com.  It’s not really up and running yet, but there’s a little bit of stuff there.  I’ve been practicing taking photos of food and thought I’d post this up here.

I wonder if all of this navel gazing (both psychological/metaphorical, and chubbiness-obsession/literal) is tied to the SAD (standard american diet).  We shall see.  I do feel better, but that might just be that I’m not going back to school!!!

I have a couple of friends who are a tad older than me who don’t really “work” in the sense of going to a 9 to 5 job everyday.  They said the other night “Do what you love and don’t worry about the rest.  It’ll all work out.”

So, I’m experimenting with real food recipes, practicing blog skills,  taking food photos, making jewelry, and relaxing some more.  Keep your fingers and toes crossed!