lymed out

my quest to getting these suckas out!

It has been….

1 year, 4 months, 23 days since my last entry post.
2 years, 6 months, 3 days since my last lyme med.
5 months, 2 days since my last menstrual period.


Yep. I am exactly 22 weeks today and I am 41.

I remember thinking back that my first set of “any” symptom was about 8 years ago. Before that I considered myself really healthy and hadn’t even seen a doctor 10 years prior to that. But here I am. I remember that when all my symptoms started, there was no way to expand my family because I was simply too sick and too tired and too old and that time was my enemy.

Well, screw all that. I figured out that if I don’t have another kid by 42, then I really won’t have a chance. This I consider my miracle baby because I had a dream about this baby a few years ago, right in my middle of my illness. (if you read that link, you will see why). I never thought that it would come true and believe me, I thought because I had this dream, that it would be easy as pie to actually conceive because God was in my favour, but it wasn’t. It took 7 months of trying and I was just ready to say forget it again just at that 7th month. But other insane supernatural things began to happen around this time, which I will probably have to explain in another post, but here we are now.

I have had every test done possible so far with my OB to test for the health of this baby and so far everything looks good. I am believing in that promise that God gave me so long ago that this baby will be healthy as can be.

This past week however has been one disaster after another:

  • Friday – started to get a sore throat (probs from 9 year old hacking)
  • Saturday – icky, headache
  • Sunday – had booked a trip for the weekend out of town and it was looking like I wasn’t going to have fun. Nights were terrible and it felt like someone poured liquid lava down my throat.
  • Monday – was determined not to have whatever ailing me to bring me down. Because I was preggo, this prohibited me from doing any sort of activity, but it was fun nonetheless watching my 65 year old mom do zip-lining with my husband for the first time. I felt like an old grandma taking kids to the amusement park because all I could do was sit on benches. I started experiencing that wierd cough I had last year similar to what I had after my pneumonia. It was bouts of uncontrollable coughing to the point of vomiting. When the attack comes, it’s enough to make you leave the presence of everyone out of embarrassment. You start tearing. Your face turns blue. The attacks came about 3-5 times a day.
  • Tuesday – on the drive home, husband made me a¬†doctors appt. My Doc was on mat leave so the replacement Doc said I had something but there were missing pieces due to my symptoms. The throat swab showed no strep. I had no fever or chills. So he diagnosis it as allergies most likely because he has no answer. Despite the fact that¬†I have never had any history of allergies
  • Wednesday Morning – my husband was a witness to one of my coughing fits and him being a person with seasonal allergies for most of his 42 years of life deemed that “my coughing was no allergy”.
    Wednesday Night
    РMy left eye began to hurt, like someone threw sand in it. Ughhhh Ok what now? After 30 min of rubbing it, I went to the mirror to see what in the living earth was going on. I saw pieces of yellow stuff. Gross! I wiped it away thinking something probably got stuck in it. But wait, there was more, up all the way behind my upper eyelid? WTH?? Hello Google. Hello pink eye.
    1:00 AM – Feel asleep dreaming of pink eye and then got¬†up to use the bathroom (which is now a nightly 6x habit due to the baby hugging my bladder). Had to blow my nose from bad congestion and then immediately later felt like something was falling out of it. If I had not switched on the light in the pitched black, then I would not have seen the Niagara Falls of a bloody mess spewing down my nose. I texted my husband (who was in the basement at that time doing gawd knows what), “come up, I think I’m dying.” I haven’t had a bloody nose since I was 16. Now, from my past experience, I knew that when a major blood clot came, that it signaled the end of the nose bleed. And guess what, it happened again. This blood clot was the nastiest thing if ever I have witnessed in my human existence. It was like a long 10 inch of a red alien thing that looked like it came out of Ripley’s stomach. I am pretty sure it had teeth.
  • Thursday¬†morning bright and early – went back to doc, but to the walk-in this time – “Your pink eye is viral, not bacterial” she says “so antibiotics won’t help. Plus you are pregnant, so I can’t give you anything. If it persists, come back in 3 days. But that’s a Saturday, and we won’t be open. Ok bye!” Well, according to Google, yellow pus = bacterial. Whatever. I went to my health food store, asked the lady and she told me to buy this. Guys, my eyes are white again.
  • Thursday¬†Night –¬†My cough however was getting worse. My ribs and muscles now hurt. At one point I coughed so bad, I had to change my panties because I peed! My friend mentioned whooping cough at some point, but I dismissed it. But that night when I was awoken from my precious¬†dream of red bloody aliens, I actually heard the “whooping” in between coughs as I couldn’t catch my breath. I figured out the reason I never heard it during the day was because I was trying to stifle it.¬†I found this site. And I am 100% certain that this is what I have. Same thing as last year only I was never diagnosed. So armed with info, guess what I did?
  • Friday morning bright and early – went back to the walk-in, got a different doctor, told him I think I have the whooping cough and that Zithromax was given to me last year. “Oh but Miss, have you been around or heard anyone with the whooping cough?”. Um No. “You don’t have the whooping cough, you have a bad viral something, but because you are pregnant, I can’t give you anything except Amoxicillin. Or you can drink lots of water and keep your humidifier on 24/7.” Gee thanks. I said No to the Amox and left. I decided this was just like lyme, but with something else. And really, I am just tired of trying to prove anything to anybody, so I said to hell with it, went to the mall and paid $220 for a haircut that I never knew would cost $220.

I have figured out now through this journey that nobody really gives a¬†shiznick¬†about you. I am not saying this because I am feeling offended or anything but this is the reality. With this latest crap of sickness, I don’t really care, I just know that I will get better, I’m not going to waste time trying to figure it out, go on Google, worry about the baby, I will just trust that everything will work itself out.

My guilty pleasure is¬†The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills¬†and¬†I have watched Yolanda Foster’s journey. This entire season, her lyme was questioned and she was shown in the spotlight as having Munchausen Syndrome. The editing was so good on it, it even made me question her illness and sanity¬†which in itself is insane seeing I went through the exact same thing as she! But I had to jolt myself back to reality. The thing is, nobody will get it unless they are in your shoes, in your body, in your head 24/7. Nobody will understand. And that makes you feel alone. I get it. For me, I find the situation worse when I have to try to convince other people of what I went through or what I am going through, it is just an added stress. So I have finally figured out that it’s useless to even bother talking about it to anyone who doesn’t understand. THEY. WILL. NOT. GET. IT.

Scrolling through my useless FB feed, this news pulls this up.¬†Paralysis: Vet Intern Discovers Dog’s Condition Caused By Tick Before Euthanization. Sure, this makes national headlines and yes, it’s a feel good story and I’m glad the dog is ok, but¬†if a frigging tick can do this to a dog, do people not realize what it can do to humans? Can I just say a big hashtag of DUMB?

Sorry enough ranting. Hope ya’ll are doing good.

January 2015 update – what a boring title

It’s been a while since I posted and I wanted to update you on what’s happening in my life. Firstly, I am recovering from something¬†that came like the invasion of the body snatchers. It happened literally as the last guest left on Christmas dinner on December 25, 2014. I was hit with sudden chills and a fever and had to boycott washing up the dishes to lie down. My husband thought it was excuse to get out of housework.

Well, the next 12 days consisted of me horizontal, with husband at my beck and call 24/7. I got the flu. The the last time I had it was 5 years ago. Funny enough, Christmas dinner, we were all joking about that last time, because we ALL had it. And trust me, I will never joke about having the flu again.

Tuesday, I went to the walk-in and she did a strep swab test which literally almost made me puke up the nothing that was in my tummy. Negative for bronchitis, negative for strep, negative for pneumonia. She prescribed me an antibiotic called Cefzil.

Friday night, some friend told me to try nyquil because my coughing was round the clock and I’m pretty sure I popped¬†a couple of blood vessels. I needed sleep bad. My husband, God bless his soul, poured out the dosage and that night, I was on the worst acid trip if there was ever one. Nyquil makes you feel like you have been drugged and gagged, I could hear voices in the other room, but could not get up, I was seeing liquid formations suspended over my head and I’m pretty sure at one point, the carebears came to visit me. I could not get up to use the bathroom, I had to scream for my husband to carry me and plop me on the toilet while trying not to vomit from the constant head spinning. If he did not respond, I do not even know how I found my phone, or manage to get out a text to him that said “Come or die”.

Saturday, after the nyquil, I felt very weird, like I felt really faint, so I went to the Emergency. It wasn’t too bad, in and out within 3 hours, did blood work, chest x-ray. Everything clear.

Monday, I had an appointment with my regular GP and she listens to my lungs… “Hmmm… I heard crackling paper, I think you have an pneumonia.”

She sent me for some chest x-rays, which confirmed, By Golly! I DID have an pneumonia! ¬†Wow! Alot can happen in 2 days! She told me to stop the Cefzil and start on…… wait for it!


OMG the drug that I was my buddy for 2 years! Hallelujah! I knew I would not have an adverse reactions. It was only 1 pill once a day for 4 days. Piece of cake right?

By the second day, my 2 week nightmare is starting to be over. I can maybe hug my son in 5 days. That’s a long time still.

As for Lyme, it’s far behind me, I have been off meds for over 1 year. Most if, not all, my symptoms are gone. I must mention to you something major I did last November.

I had all my silver amalgams removed. There is so much research done on the negatives of having silver amalgams. Google it. I had them since I was 8 years old. I went back into my medical files and looked ay my timeline. I noticed that all my lyme symptoms came on AFTER I had my root canal. If you think that your teeth have nothing to do with chronic sickness, think again!

If you are contemplating on getting your silver amalgams removed, here are my tips:

  • never remove more than 2 at a time. I had 2.5 so I just did the whole thing.
  • make sure you get it removed from a biological dentist that uses a rubber dam, an alternate source of air, and the Dr. Huggins Applied Protocol.
  • make sure you research about chelation afterwards to draw the metals out of your body and getting your body and immune system prepped before.

After I had them removed, I did feel a little different. The left side of my teeth were no longer hurting.

Anyway, that’s my quick update, hope you are all doing well.

Just as expected.

That fax worked yesterday. Someone called back, however stupid me I had my phone accidentally on silent. I have the voice to text feature on my cell phone and this is what I get.


Nice huh?¬†Just to be safe, I checked my voice mail anyway to make sure I didn’t have lung disease. I hate checking voicemail, it takes sooooo long to call in, enter your password, press 1, blah blah. That is why I have the voice to text feature! Which of course as you can see above is a fail.

And just to be double safe, I called her extension and confirmed verbally that the negative results were a “good thing”. “Yes!” she exclaimed, “You don’t have Lyme disease!”

Yay! Knowing that the Canadian Health Care System and successful Lyme testing is an oxymoron, this negative result has made me happy. I am not in any position now to try to disprove it and complain. My last and final test will be to retest with Igenex. But that will cost $200 and as much as I want to do that right now, that $200 can be better spent elsewhere.

Again, follow me on my new blog yada yada yada.

I have no words.

So, I have been on 5 weeks and 1 day of doxycycline¬†after this happened on July 1, 2014. 200 mg 2x a day for what is considered to be an “acute infection”. It was ok the first couple of weeks, then…. lots of nausea, two barfing episodes – not fun while putting my 7 year old to bed and trying to hide the fact that I was vomiting in between.¬†Stomach cramps, severe headaches, shooting pains in head, drunk feeling, loss of appetite, fatigue… it’s all coming back. Not sure what this means. Perhaps I was stirring the pot?¬†Mind you I am also back on the Chinese Manure Tea, so all this stuff in my system is definitely killing something. Well the good news is that that only lasted about a week and then some.

My appointment to see the Infectious Disease doc came 29 days after the bullseye. I really did not want to go because I had heard all the stories on the Internet regarding ID docs. But the only reason I went was to see the results of my Elisa test.

Well good news, it came out negative. And for 2 reasons.
a) It was a Canadian test.
b) It was too early to tell because I took the blood test the day after the bulls eye rash (not long enough for my system to build antibodies).

So I got retested again yesterday. Results to follow.

So in the first appointment, we went into the history of my Lyme since it was on file and I really didn’t want to go there. I would have much rather been doing this. I was asked how I was first diagnosed and I said it was through Igenex. Yada Yada Yada.

So basically here are some of the pointers I have been told by this ID doctor who was a recent med school graduate. I am sure this pretty much sums up what Lyme means in Canada.

  • Lyme does not occur in the area where I live. (which is funny because “something” bit me across from my house. I know of 2 other people in my area who also has Lyme ¬†+ 3 recent dogs)
  • Igenex has a “different agenda” because all of their tests comes out “positive”.
  • Canadian lyme testing is 100% accurate.
  • I need to make sure my symptoms are not something else and that I am not lumping it into lyme.¬†Oh wait. Did I mention I had a camera shoved up my butt already? oh ya, what about the blood from my arm re-injected back into my spine?
  • I said in a very nice and polite way to please google Dr. Richard Horowitz, leading Lyme physician in the US who has successfully treated more than 12,000 patients. But I was cut short. I was told we could sit there and argue points forever and lets just rest that we have a difference of opinion and lets not bring politics in.
  • Babesia, Bartonella and Lyme are all different and one cannot be infected by all 3.
  • The US lab doesn’t share their findings or ways of testing to Canada so that is why the hesitation in believing that the lab is legit.
  • Ticks are only in the bottom eastern part, like NY, however due to climate, they are migrating north.
  • Patients are put on 21 days of doxycycline 100 mg twice a day for all infection. That’s it. Nothing else. Did I mention that’s the dose that you also use to treat acne?
  • All patients get better within the 21 days.
  • They have never seen anyone with a¬†Neuroborreliosis infection.
  • Not all Bulls Eye = Lyme (I think this is true right?)
  • Clinical diagnosis for Lyme? Heresy!
  • Patients would much rather get Lyme than C Diff. (don’t even ask me how the conversation went there)

While I completely respected the ID doctor and we had a very pleasant conversation, at most times, I just nodded my head. There was genuine concern for my well being, and it was their job to make sure that they didn’t miss anything. I am thankful for that.

HOWEVER, I am so very tired of this. I am sure you all are too. I don’t want to fight for this. I don’t want my life to consist of convincing doctors about the presence of Chronic Lyme, scouring the internet for explanation of symptoms, and living in fear. Unless there is a massive outbreak like SARS, or West Nile, nothing significant will be done. They are raising an army of doctors¬†who believe in nothing else but the above mentioned points.¬†Frankly, unless one of them goes through what each and everyone of us go through each day, they will never understand. And even if they do, the fight for this is so big, that it will take more than a lifetime to see any change.

This is not to discredit all the people that ARE fighting for Lyme. I thank each and everyone of you that have stood the fight.

Don’t give up you all say! Well, I not, I’m just choosing my focus elsewhere.

There is another Healer.
{new blog coming soon}

And then his happened

I have been off meds since Nov 27, 2013. I thought that I was finally done with this blog! Apparently not! Here is what happened in fast motion.

July 1, 2014 – Canada Day, my friends and I wanted to see fireworks. I was so excited. I see them all putting on the OFF repellent but only God knows why I didn’t think twice about spraying the hell out of my legs and arms since I was wearing a racerback tank top and really short shorts.

We ventured off to a horse track. Yes, where real horses ride. I was right up on the actual track at 9:45 PM. The fireworks were fun.

The next day at 8:00 pm, I am sitting in the car in front of a bank with my husband. My leg starts getting real itchy and I was wearing a long skirt. I lift it up and see this.

I look at my husband and say “What the hell is that???????????!!!!”
He says “It looks like a bulls eye”.
We stare at each other. I start driving to the walk-in clinic while yelling at him to google: “What medication to take when you first see lyme”, “What medication to take when you have a bullseye”, “Does bullseye rash mean lyme?”, “Lyme Re-infection”, “Am I going to die?”.

All walk-in’s are closed at 8:00 PM. Damnit.

I vowed to myself that I would NEVER, NEVER go back to the ER unless I collapsed on the floor and can’t get up, or if my heart stops, or if someone shoots me in the face. However I thought this time was pretty prudent. Although pissed off that it was neither of the above 3 reasons.

Get to the first ER, the line up was out the wazoo. Drove another 30 km to another ER. Good. Waited only 1.5 hours.

Get into the second waiting room. ER doc is nice and handsome probably mid to high 30’s. High, I see we have a rash case here? I told him of my lyme history in 1 sentence and lifted my skirt. The rash was on the inside of my left thigh. He said “That’s Lyme! Let me go get my prescription pad and write you some antibiotics.” Off he goes.

Another nurse walks in. “Hi, you are the rash girl. Can I take a look?….. Wow! that’s some rash!” Off she goes.

Another doc walks in. “Hi, I hear you have a rash? I’ve never seen this rash, can I take a look?…. Holy cow, that’s crazy!” Off he goes.


Doc comes back and gives me 21 days of doxycycline 100mg BID (twice a day). Gets me blood work to do the Canadian testing. Gets me an appointment with the Infectious Disease doc. (who hasn’t called me yet).

Go home. I am in shock. Yes, at the events unfolding before my eyes, but even more so, these docs believed I had lyme and didn’t try to pass it off as some ringworm rash.

Email my LLMD and Naturopath the next day. Meds are not enough. You need 200 mg of doxycycline BID for a minimum of 6 weeks. Naturopath told me to add 30 drops 2x a day of Samento (which thankfully I had in my stash).

Emailed Acupuncturist. She said that this will NOT be like starting from square one because I have been doing the acupuncture and chinese herbs.

Go back to Dr. Handsome Chest Hairs and explain the situation. “But don’t you need to have the tick embedded in you to get lyme?”. Um No. Get more meds.

All done.


Any symptoms? None other than the side effects of the medication? I don’t know. A little vertigo? Some nausea? I had to cease my chinese herbal medicine that was treating my fibroid. Can’t take so much stuff. Can’t go out in the sun now because of the doxycycline, which completely sucks, you know because it’s summer and all, but oh well.

It’s all very surreal. My question is though, did this rash come up BECAUSE I already had it? And it was just a manifestation of the bite? Who knows.

I am thankful I caught it in less than 24 hours and they treat it as an acute infection.

I am thankful that the entire time I was starting to panic, that this verse kept popping up in my head. Psalm 103:3 …. 3 who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases…” I kept repeating this over and over and my panic subsided… ”

God’s got my back! And He’s got yours too. Let Him in.


I am not dead somewhere I promise.

I can’t believe it’s been almost 6 months since my last post. I felt I owed you all an update before you all get your pitchforks out and start for my house. Thank you for all your emails, your thoughts, your questions, your words of encouragement.

First of all, I’m ok. Much has happened in the last 6 months with me. I’ve been on an incredible spiritual journey learning the supernatural healing power of God. This happens NOW. We are all able to receive this. You and Me. Now before you all think I’m one that flew over the cuckoo’s nest, I assure you my brain functionality is¬†100% and I have not joined some type of cult. The presence of God is real and tangible and I want to share it with you all.

I am going to be real honest here. What I am about to say doesn’t mean that I am abandoning any of you. I feel an obligation to you¬†because we are all in this together to get out of it. Not to cope. I don’t want to cope. I want freedom. I have pushed Lyme out of my thoughts. I don’t talk about it. I don’t read about it. I don’t follow any blogs about it. I don’t go to forums about it. (well maybe a couple times). The more I let Lyme in my life, the more I¬†get into a¬†pit of despair, a black hole that I don’t think I can get out of. Any despair in my life is an opportunity for the enemy to come knocking on my door. By enemy, yes I mean the devil. (I am not sure how many Christian readers are on here, so I will be basic).

Yes, the devil exists. (More on that in my next post)

All I need to focus on is the love of Jesus. The fact that He died on the cross to save us and heal us of all diseases. It’s as simple as that.

I just need a little bit more time to tell my story and all the stuff I learned. It’s either going to be a lengthy post that requires you to take breaks, or it’s going to be an entire new blog all together and I will cease this blog. That’s all I know right now.

My current health situation.

But in the meantime, I am taking Chinese herbs. Yes, the nasty, smelly, barfo kind that you drink which looks like you grabbed twigs and what not out of the forest and boiled it down to a soup. On the plus side, I don’t have to boil it, the Chinese Herbalist does. So here’s the story with this:

My neighbour has been telling me to see this Chinese Herbalist for 2 years. I was humming and hawing because seriously, how much more stuff can my body take. After the Humaworm fiasco that happened last time I posted, I didn’t think I would set foot in the herbal territory again.

Backtrack: I have been off ALL meds since November 27, 2013. That is an entire other story. I could go off on so many tangents here… sigh.

So back to Chinese Herbalist. My mom went to see him last year and I’m sure you all know about how Traditional Chinese Medicine works. The guy feels your pulse, you stick out your tongue, and he tells you what is wrong with you. And then you pay him half your mortgage. He was able to tell that my mom had surgery on her RIGHT KNEE several years before without her telling him.

Chinese Herbalist Conversation:

Him: Please stick your tongue out.
Me: ok.
Him: Thank you.
Me: So ya, I have this bacterial infection called Lyme, blah blah, I have vertigo, my digestive system has seen better days and blah blah.
Him: I’m concerned about your uterus. (mumbling something incoherent due to his accent).
Me: My uterus?
Him: rjerkwerjewf.
Me: Sorry can you repeat that? Endometriosis? Cervical Cancer? Uterine Cancer? You’re freaking me out.
Him: Don’t worry, if you take my medicine, it will all clear.
Me: ummm ok.

I gave him half my mortgage, got in my car and hauled ass to the walk-in near my house, and yes freaking out. In the car I was thinking, OMG! I was so wrapped up in my lyme stuff, I totally forgot to mention my monthly issues. It was very messed up, very heavy, I would have to stay home for at least 3 days, there were blood clots, and I thought this was just a result of being on meds for 1.5 years.

I get to the walk-in clinic. I say “Listen, I know that the rules for the current health plan has changed and that we can’t get pap tests every year now, but every 3 years and I know that I am not allowed to get one until July and even if I paid you, you wouldn’t do it, but right now I need a pap test.” (Thank you free healthcare)

I go into the waiting room and eventually into the inside room. I’m sitting there thinking WHAT AM I DOING, WHY AM I HERE OMG WHAT IF THE DOCTOR IS A GUY?. Before that thought even finished, in walks a really thin late 20’s¬†something MALE doctor.¬†I was beside myself.

Western Doctor Conversation:

20 Something Doctor: Hi what are you here for. (he had about as much interest in me as the cotton pads sitting in the jar.)
Me: Something is wrong with my periods.
20 Something Doctor: What are you symptoms.
Me: Heavy menstruation, shorter cycles, extreme pelvic pain.
20 Something Doctor: How long has this been happening.
Me: 2 years.
20 Something Doctor: And you are only checking this out NOW?
Me: Well I have tried and the last doctor I went to denied me of a pap test.
20 Something Doctor: So how do you know something is wrong?
Me: I went to see a Chinese Herbalist. (UH OH)
20 Something Doctor: (Rolled Eyes)
Me: Have you ever seen a Chinese Herbalist? (Why did I ask him this?)
20 Something Doctor: (More eye rolling) No. How did he diagnose you.
Me: He looked at my tongue and took my pulse (I almost started crying because everything that came out of my mouth was getting worse.)
20 Something Doctor: He what??
Me: (I wanted to crawl into the ugly peach coloured linoleum floor)
20 Something Doctor: (Silence)
Me: You know what? Nevermind. I’ll go to my regular doctor, only she will make me wait 3 hours but really who cares.
20 Something Doctor: (His tone changed to being nice now, possibly realizing that I would give him a rate of ZERO on Rate My MD) Oh let us do some tests for you. We will do a pap test, a swab, some blood tests and I’ll order you a pelvic ultrasound. Are you on any meds?
Me: I was on meds for Lyme. (Again why.)
20 Something Doctor: (More eye rolling)

He did the pap test. I do the blood tests, I do the pelvic ultrasound at a lab (I cannot even tell that story, the male readers on here will not do too well.) 7 days later, I get a call to come back in for results.

20 Something Doctor: Hi Miss, you have a fibroid. This is what is causing the heavy menstruation and all the other problems. Also, you are anemic.
Me: um ok, is that serious? What do I do?
20 Something Doctor: Nothing.
Me: Oh ok. Awesome. (My sarcasm was oozing out of my pores.)
20 Something Doctor: I will refer you to an OBGYN

OBGYN Conversation (3 weeks later):

OBGYN: So you can have surgery or get an IUD or take pills.
Me: Um, No, No and more NO.
OBGYN: Let me take a biopsy and we will see what we are dealing with. It’s only 1.5 cm.
Me: (OMG, if this is only 1.5 cm and causing me all these issues, I hear some ppl have them the size of grapefruits. What are THEY dealing with?)
OBGYN: Are you planning on having any more children?
Me: I don’t know.
OBGYN: I can cauterize¬†the area so you can’t.

OBGYN does the biopsy. I can’t begin to tell you the amount of pain that is associated with them getting some tissue samples out of your privates. It was so incredibly painful that it deterred me from the thought of ever going through childbirth again. I am pretty sure it rivalled that pain.

So fast forward to now, and I have been scheduled to see him again for possible surgery. No they won’t make an incision on my stomach, but¬†here’s some tools involved. A tube and a camera. Dr. Oz’s blog tells it nicely here.

In the meantime, I’m drinking my nasty Chinese Herbal tea every morning and every night (6 weeks in now). My son and I call it Poo Poo Tea. I still do acupuncture every 3 weeks and she is also treating the fibroid naturally and has success in doing so with previous clients. I take my vitamin C and also a probiotic daily. That’s it.


I have gone longer on this post then I intended to. Sorry for the yammering. I miss writing. On a brighter note, I remember writing a post quite a while back (perhaps almost 2 years ago) about me being really upset because I felt so sick I couldn’t take my son to fly to a kite. So he kept saying “Don’t worry Mommy, when you are healed, we will go and fly a kite.” He will constantly draw pictures of me and him flying a kite because he knew how much it meant. This was going to be a significant day for me because we always said that when I am better I am going to take him to fly a kite. Now I kept waiting for myself to feel totally 100% before I took him out but I realized that I was actually scared. I needed the perfect day, the perfect temperature and the perfect pink dress to make this day special. And that was never going to happen. I needed to embrace the time NOW. No matter how I felt.

Well last Sunday, after what seemed to be 8 months of winter, we had amazing weather, a little chilly but the wind was strong enough for a kite. So we went out and did this. I am not wearing a pink dress, he is not a skinny stick figure, and the grass is photoshopped to green rather than barf brown, but this picture is a significant milestone to my healing.


Hope you enjoyed this update and I’ll chat soon again with all the other stuff.

Human Guinea Pig ~ Take # 354

If you are squeamish and don’t like to talk about stuff in your intestines, I invite you to hit the X on the top of your browser.

I’ll start off the post with this text between my BFF and I.


So, BFF, here are my thoughts.

I was recommended by a good friend of mine to go get some Colonics (or Colonic Hydrotherapy, or Colon Irrigation). Basically the purpose of it is to clean out your colon. A regular enema only goes so far up, cleaning the lower part, the sigmoid and part of the descending colon. A colonic, will cleanse the entire length. If you are a newbie, you may be impacted and they recommend you do a series of 6 colonics at first. Like 2 the first week, then 1 the week after etc. For me personally, I think this is way too much and I would be scared to shock my system. Why would you be impacted? Because you basically have poo in your colon that may be stuck for YEARS, which can cause parasites, bacteria and other not so nice stuff to grow in there.

I was very apprehensive in trying this. It literally took me 2 years to brave it. But this was part of my game plan. So, 2 years later, I arrive at my destination.

Walking into the Naturopath Cilnic:
I was told that the Colonic woman is a sweetheart. She is very grandmotherly and will put you at ease immediately. And boy were they right! Picture a little 5 foot woman with a strong South American accent. She greeted me with the warmest handshake and took me into the Colonics room. She showed me their sterilization process and began to tell me the process of a colonic. She kept emphasizing that she will try to make me feel as comfortable as possible. At first when I entered the room, I was like OMG. Here’s a quick drawing from my iPad.


Keep in mind that the bathroom there is a Stall. It does NOT have walls. The entire time she was talking, I was thinking about how I am going to use the toilet while she is RIGHT THERE. It’s kind of like thinking how you are about to do a discreet #2 in an office washroom with co-workers in the next stall.

I put that thought out of my head and figured I would deal with it later. She told me to go and use the bathroom now if I needed to and to take everything off bottom-wise and wrap myself with a towel. So I did all that, and then went up onto the table. I was greeted by a large poster that has a drawing of a colon. She told me then that the goal of Colonics is to reach the very end of the colon.

She told me to lie on my right side facing the wall and to take a deep breath. There goes in the sterilized metal contraption! YAY! That wasn’t as bad as I thought. Nothing different about this than a papsmear (although different location).

I was told now to lie on my back. The she got some cream and started massaging my stomach. I am guessing to move things around. This was my view.


She began to open up the pipes. I am not exactly sure how it works, but she called it a TIE-OFF. So basically what happens is that she will let water flow into your colon and she will tell you to hold it as long as you can. When you can’t hold it anymore, you say Stop! and she will tie-off, where she will shut off the incoming water and then open another valve where the water will drain into Lawrd knows where. ¬†Then the cramps will cease. In the midst of all this, there is a large mirror suspended from the ceiling where you get to see what comes out of the tube. This throws in some much needed entertainment. As things were coming out, she would tell me, “Oh! that is Ammonia!”, “Oh! that is Yeast/Candida!”, “Oh! that is Mucous!”, “Oh! that is Gas Bubbles!”. I felt pretty victorious as I kept seeing stuff coming out. Mind you, it took about the 5th tie off to see anything. I was beginning to think that my innards were very compacted. In between each tie-off, she would put a warm heating pad on my stomach and continue to massage my stomach. At one point, she had some vibrator contraption on my stomach.

I will tell you quite honestly, it wasn’t the metal contraption that was uncomfortable. It was the cramps that you must endure which each tie-off. It literally felt like you went and ate a bucket full of bad Mexican and then got stuck in traffic on the way home with nowhere to expel your stomach.¬†This went on for about 30 minutes and I am guestimating about 10 tie-offs. In the meantime, she mentioned that water was also circulating in my colon. And also, she decided to do a blast of cold water in one of the tie-offs. Not so much fun with that one.

After the whole thing, she assisted me in getting up and asked if I felt faint. I said no, however the entire time, I was shaking. Like an adrenaline shake. Not a shivering shake. Not sure what’s up with that. She said that was normal. Then she said to go into the stall and make sure I put both feet on the stool while expelling the rest. I’m like “Ok! if you say so!”.

I get into the stall and felt no ways about expelling whatever was left. I was almost at the same point as when I gave birth. I didn’t care who was in the room, just get it out. NOW!

I made all sorts of noises I am sure, but listen, this little woman has probably seen it all. She doesn’t care. And neither should I.

After this, she told me to have a cup of herbal tea in their reception, and if I needed to use the rest room again, I can do so.

I had my peppermint tea, made some jokes with the receptionist and was on my way home only 10 minutes away thank goodness. As soon as I got home, I had a little soup because I was STARVING. Literally within 2 minutes, I had to dash to the bathroom again, and I am sure stuff was leaking out! My husband was sitting there laughing the whole time, and I kept screaming “Don’t worry!¬†You’re next! I am making your appointment next week!!!“.

I had another 2 encounters or so with the bathroom and then I was fine.

So that is the story. Now, if the Colonic person been some hot dude, there was absolutely NO WAY that I would have done this.

Here are some tips if you want to have a Colonic:

  • Don’t eat 2 hours before
  • After your colonic, eat steamed or cook veggies, soups and avoid red meat
  • Minimize carbohydrates to avoid constipation
  • Drink 2L of water, herbal teas
  • Take 30 billion Probiotic (Ultra Flora by Metagenics – recommended)
  • After, take a fiber supplement

Humaworm Parasite Cleanse {Day 22~28}


Ok let us get my Husband out of the way. He is still continuing to do the half dose of Humaworm (or so I think, I haven’t been monitoring him at all). His take on it is that he doesn’t really see a difference. I should also mention that I have another friend on it and so far, he is loving it and he feels better. I won’t be continuing the progress on either of them.

As for me, I have been to hell and back and if wasn’t by the grace of God, I would probably be in some ditch by now run over by a car that I drove myself.

I was doing pretty good, amazing in fact until last Thursday when we went to Shoeless Joes for dinner. Why do all my problems start at sports bars? WHY I ASK!? I ordered a pretty tame meal, pasta with chicken. And because I was starving, I ate it fast and then I felt like barfing.

By Friday, I was feeling weird and I knew something was coming. By Saturday, we had an outing and that morning, I was very fatigued and lethargic and barfy. By Sunday, I was bad again in the AM, but continued the Humaworm and was ok by evening.

By Monday, crap hit the fan and I was really sick. I was in tears at why. Was it Humaworm? Was it a relapse because now I am on Day 22 with no Lyme ABX? Then I started spotting. It was not normal. Was it ovulation issues? My stomach was cramping pretty bad.

By Tuesday, I was a mess and my husband “advised” me that I get off Humaworm and if I didn’t, he would cut off all my hair in my sleep. Now I knew he meant business because under normal circumstances, he generally leaves me alone to do whatever I want and is rarely involved at any decision making on my part. That’s why I love him.

So I took his advice and on Day 23, I put the kibosh on Humaworm and waited another day before I went back on my STUPID LYME MEDICATION.

In between this week, I’m pretty sure that all I had was a banana, an apple and a piece of toast. I was starving, but then anything past 4 bites I was full and nauseous. At one point, I actually had the urge to vomit but nothing came out. So, I started to panic and against my better judgement, I started to you know what.


I was wondering if I had some type of the stomach flu that was brought on my nothing, food poisoning, gastroparesis, appendicitis, a pissed off tapeworm, a herx, or some form of demonic possession. My BFF ordered me to go on a one week google fast. Instead of going to google, I must go to the Bible.

Today, I went for acupuncture and told her of my issues. I was surprised when she said she couldn’t find my pulse. I am pretty sure that’s not a good sign. Firstly, all of the blood labs has issues drawing my blood. Then this woman now says she can’t find my pulse. This is why my husband keeps saying he married a vampire. (Happy Halloween by the way).

At the end of the acupuncture session she says she doesn’t think I have the flu. She doesn’t know what it is. But she sure knows that I have major digestive issues.

Here is what I think went down:¬†I was off meds for 3 weeks, started downing 2500 mg capsules full of potent herbs for 22 days. Maybe it caught up with me and I had a relapse. Whatever it was, this “relapse” felt almost the same as Day 1 of Lyme. Almost.¬†I think the acupuncture session got my appetite back because I ate some spaghetti tonight without any issues…. so far.

Humaworm Summary

Do not be swayed by my posts. I strongly believe that Humaworm works. If you do your research and want to try it, by all means go ahead. It’s only $39 or so. As for me, I noticed that my pathways felt clearer, however when I had symptoms, it was hard to tell whether they were Lyme symptoms or Humaworm symptoms. Maybe I didn’t drink enough water. I don’t know. Whatever it was, I couldn’t go another day feeling like I did after the 3rd week. I am glad I made it that far and overall, I did pretty ok with it, I just wasn’t sure what happened that made it go sideways.

Either way, I still highly suggest this product. And if you take it, good luck and I would love for you to comment on your progress here. Who knows, I may take it again next year. I still have a full 30 day dose in my freezer.

Humaworm Parasite Cleanse {Day 15~21}


Against my desired intentions, my Humaworm updates are going to get pretty lame. Life got in the way, the days were gelling together, blah blah blah.

I am feeling very very very good. Pathways continue to open, circulation is getting better. No toilet mishaps, well maybe one, and that’s because I ate spicy instant Chinese noodles which no doubt had a severe helping of MSG. Have I seen any worms? No. But that’s because I barely look. Towards the end of the week, I was feeling extremely UGHHH. Like Lyme UGHHH.

He stopped being a chicken and upped back to full dose on day 18. When he did the full dose, the headache came back within half an hour, but a very tolerable headache. I asked him if he can breath better and he thought about it and said “Why yes!” He never really was a good communicator. But then again, what husbands are? Near the end of the week, the headache was building every day again and he couldn’t handle it so he went back down to one dose. He missed a dose on one occasion.

Humaworm Parasite Cleanse {Day 8~14}



  • Husband started 2 days after me, but I’m just going to lump our days together from now on.
  • If you missed the update, I emailed Humaworm asking if Husband can do half doses. They said yes, he can do 60 days instead at half a dose, but recommended that he try to go back to full dose and see.
  • 6 year old glanced at my computer and saw this graphic and said “Mommy, is that an ice cream or a glob of poo?”

Day 8
Me: Nothing extraordinary.
Husband: Nothing extraordinary. His headache is now subsided.

Day 9
Me: Nothing extraordinary.
Husband: Nothing extraordinary.

Day 10
Nothing extraordinary.
Nothing extraordinary. We argued about when he will go back to full dose. He is just a chicken. He missed his evening dose .

Day 11
Aunt Flo came to same hi this morning. Then I had acupuncture. After the session, I felt all warm and cozyl like all the circulation was back in my body. I can feel blood going to places that I’ve never felt before. That soon came to a halt because when I got home, I got a headache. Probably from the detox, or Aunt Flo, or Humaworm, or Lyme. Don’t you just hate it when you don’t know why? Had about 3 BM’s today but didn’t see anything smiling back at me. Evening dose had major heartburn like never before. I know this is common though, but it was like someone lit my throat on fire. I tried to drink tons of water, but that didn’t help. I ate a banana and then it went away. By the evening, I was much better and very happy and felt totally awesome.

Husband: Nothing going on with him either except his evening dose, he was working and didn’t have access to water so he swallowed the pill dry. Why anyone would do that and not simply just wait to get water is beyond me. Perhaps it was because I was constantly texting him asking if he took his evening dose. And when I start nagging, you will kinda do anything to shut me up.

Day 12
Nothing extraordinary.
Last night Husband said he had very vivid dreams and hallucinations. He said it was the worst sleep ever and he didn’t get a good night’s rest and he has never experienced this in his life. Dreams consisted of The Matrix like action sequences that made his mind overworked and his heart rate beating really fast. I couldn’t help but laugh. Now imagine if he was on the full dose. The poor guy will have a cow.

Day 13
Nothing extraordinary.
Husband: Nothing extraordinary.

Day 14
Me:¬†Karma is a you know what. The night before, I had the worst sleep ever too. I had very vivid dreams, though with me, we were hostages in our own house and I don’t remember much but it was a life and death situation.
Husband: Nothing extraordinary.


ME:¬†I am beginning to think that maybe I don’t have any parasites. Because I am not really seeing anything, but I can’t be sure. Overall, I have felt the same, however noticed increased circulation in arms and legs (even before the acupuncture). Lyme symptoms are still there, but I noticed the body vibrations increasing again. I have been off all meds now for 14 days, the first time ever.

HUSBAND: I am not sure what’s up with him. I asked him how his BM’s were doing and he said “They are all over the place.” I wasn’t sure what that meant and I didn’t pry any further because we were eating dinner at the time and it wasn’t an appropriate time for me to visualize any answers. Hopefully next week he will be on full dose and stop being such a drama queen.


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