Of course, it couldn't last and new years eve it came back and I spent the evening welded to the sofa watching the tremendously violent Kill Bill. My delicious 'yellow paint' Mepron had just arrived, so I could crack on with my new protocol. Counted out my new tablets and supplements into my ginormous pill box and slurped down my Mepron ($15 a spoonful!!) with a chaser of olive oil and raw almond butter. A study showed that it was much better absorbed when taken with 23g fat, so, to get best value out of my lovely liquid gold, I thought it best to chow down gross quantities of fat with each dose.mmm..lardy.
|'Mummy sick, mummy tablets' as my two year old has now learned to say, bless her....|
Not all of my supplements are here yet, annoyingly what appeared to be UK amazon shops, turned out to be US amazon shops, so I've got to pay £26 customs charges to get my remaining loot. grrr...
What is really suprising though is that so far, I haven't really noticed any herx from my new regine and I am a week into it now. The Mepron makes me nauseous, and I have had increased tinnitus and fatigue, bit of insomnia and disrupted sleep and am wobblier than a plate of underset pineapple jelly, but my head hasn't exploded, my legs haven't dropped off, an alien hasn't erupted from my stomach, which is nice....just the usual flare-week grottiness, and I can cope with that. Maybe the Amitriptyline has erased any neuropathic pain, or maybe my bacterial load was pretty low to start with. I have always been on treatment (except for a few brief breaks) whilst symptomatic and so although chronic, I think my spiros are relatively few in number and thus my herxes are relatively mild.
Still pretty exercise intolerant though. John and I took the wee one swimming yesterday and I got rather ambitious and did 16 widths of the pool. What was a slight weeble wobble on the way to the pool turned into a mega-jelly-weak-as-an-anorexic-kitten wobble on the way out, and I'm still feeble and flolloping today, even put the bath stool back into the shower this morning. Thank goodness for my childminder and my wonderful John.
So, back down to earth with a splat and a wobble after a fab break. Learning to be gluten free (the pasta is fine, found one nice bread- tesco ciabatta rolls) and wearing my new onesie (thanks Sis!) whilst it chucks it down outside and I plan the weeks menu- all healthy, low sugar, no gluten, no booze, unfortunately ;-).