During my time in hospital I asked daily for my blood results because I needed to know if my white blood cell count was ok and my liver levels weren’t rising.
I was always told - they are fine. ‘There are no red flags.’
Funny how you come out and you blood cell count has dropped below normal, healthy levels and your liver levels are extremely high and above normal levels. The paper results come back with an ! Next to the red flags so are they telling me they don’t understand English anymore either?
I have managed to decreased my ALT liver level by 20, from 89 to 69. Which is still above the normal levels but better than it was a week ago.
Luckily I have managed to get my white blood cell count back into the normal range.
Being back on my herbal medications to strengthen my immune system and support my liver is really helping my body recover.
I don’t feel on top form but I understand and know that it is because my body is fighting hard to repair itself. Though it proves the extra support from the herbs is vital at this time. As my weight at the very least stabiles and improves when my body isn’t fighting itself, infections and toxins.
My joints are in a lot of pain and my mood keeps wavering. I am struggling focusing with light and sound senstivies.
Breakspear did offer for me to go down and have infusions to aid the recovery and repair process. I will review this offer in the New Year. For now I am just relieved to be home, I am still zapped physically and mentally from my hospital stay and need a rest period. Sharing my time with loved ones.
This year has been so full on treatment wise that you have to just take a minute and take a step back.
My herbal protocol that I am undergoing daily advised by Breakspear are working the proof is above. It is also, always better for the body to recover as naturally as possible.
If you think 9 weeks ago I attended a wedding and charity ball. I had managed to gain weight and my immune system was almost at normal! Though doing so much knocked my immune system right down, I was becoming plagued with infections and my liver was beginning to struggle. I had to up the herbal protocol and come off my Lyme treatment. As it was causing too many excess toxins within the body on top of the infections that my immune system were struggling to fight and liver wasn’t properly flushing out.
My weight dropped again, by quite a lot.. and I had just got all my immune system strong, liver levels normal and weight up when I went into hospital almost a month ago.
These is blips really, really get me down.
It’s not a case of a - good nights sleep and you will be better it’s literally weeks of extra pain, heightened symptoms and struggling to recover.
So I have to pick my battles wisely.
You don’t only have to consider your physical health but your mental health too.
I am guilty of this either doing everything or nothing.
When I am quite down in myself I often push myself thinking that staying in and ‘resting’ only adds to my pain.
Or
There are times I get so frustrated with my symptoms that I want to go out but physically know I can’t. I move my body around like it’s a dead weight and I cancel or delay.
Yesterday was a perfect example.
I wanted a change of scene because I had struggled with heightened symptoms over the weekend and could feel myself become more irritable. I couldn’t however have been bending up and down with my joints, up and down stairs and lifting decorations to do the Christmas tree at work.
So I allocated myself a time where I wouldn’t zap myself too much but it was a change of scene and took my colouring so I could just lose myself in it.
It was enough ..
But you wonder- why can’t life be easy?
Why do you always have think about immune system levels and pills?
I can’t just walk out the house and go dancing.. jeeze I’d be on the floor then wouldn’t be able to get up because my joints would tighten up.
I try to make my movements look easy to me everyday but GOD it kills me.
It’s embarrassing, even lifting up two dishes to get a bigger one from under it, hurts.
It’s not like I am lifting a ten tonne of bricks.
Infront of people you laugh, make a joke of it but inside there is a knife stabbing your heart.
You all know I love my home and my own space.
I said when I came out of hospital to my Mum that staying at hers wouldn’t be for long. Yet now the thought of moving again is just too much to think about. Maybe in another week if my symptoms improve I may feel differently.
For now we will see what the end of the week & weekend brings and how my bloods and tests go on Tuesday morning.
I am hoping cutting my carbs and upp’ing my proteins are really going to help mend my body and feed MY body not the infections.
Love to all.
S
Xoxo