There went that free time!

I got home a little earlier than expected last night. I had a big list of stuff I wanted to get done: feed the cats, take my meds, fold laundry, scoop the litterboxes, subq the cat, do a load of dishes, edit an important letter I need to send soon, divide a roast into serving-size containers, and test some handsets for work.

Start at the beginning, right? With cats all locked away with their separate special diets, I took the "evening" portion of my meds. There's not enough space in the pill minder to separate "evening" from "bedtime", so I picked out the ones I needed.

I now realize just how much hydroxychloroquine (generic for Plaquenil) resembles Zolpidem (generic for Ambien).

I did manage to get into the bedroom. By crawling.

Allergy testing

I went in today to be tested for allergies to 1) serotonin and 2) lots of common foods.

I'm apparently allergic to every substance they tested. This includes about 80% of what's legal for me to eat, on this diet that's already so restrictive I can barely have a social life.

The woman who did the testing tried to tell me to eliminate these foods for six weeks, or at least make the portions of them smaller. I told her I was already down nine pounds and I wasn't going to eliminate a damn thing.

She said maybe I could substitute. I pointed to where the substitutions sheet suggested other things I was either allergic to or couldn't have on the current diet. She suggested things I hadn't been tested for. I said looking at the sample set, it's reasonable to infer that I'm allergic to many of those too, and since we don't know which ones, it's kind of pointless.

I told her I felt fine other than the joint pain. She said chronic food allergy can cause inflammation that could explain the joint pain. I said my pain had never responded to anti-inflams of any kind, including some pretty strong ones, so it was reasonable to conclude my pain is not inflammatory in nature.

So I'm ignoring it.

There's nothing else to do really.

I want my $625 back.

I am seriously considering never going to another doctor again. All they've done for me is take my money, make my life miserable with "noninvasive" approaches, and fail to get results. I HAVE HAD IT.

Speaking of giving up on the whole medical profession

If I decide to say "fuck it" and quit treating the Lyme, my day-to-day life will get massively better. It's very tempting. So what if I'll be a cripple the rest of my life? THAT'S LIKELY ANYWAY.