So, I saw my favorite magician, er, witchdoctor (gah!), I mean holistic guy (Richard Bloom) yesterday for the first time in a while. Dr. Bloom is a licensed chiropractor, certified kinesiologist, and an expert in Chinese and American herbs. I made the “emergency” appointment because I’d been feeling pretty crappy for far too long, no pun intended.
Before he performed his “magic,” I showed him some blood test results from Dr. Sue which indicated high EBV antibodies, and talked to him about how fatigued and brain foggy I’d been. He placed the test results to the side and said, “Ok, let’s see what’s really going on.”
I’ve been treated by Dr. Bloom quite a few times over the past 15 months for various things (although Lyme is his specialty). Sometimes he offers herbal concoctions (or “remedies,” as my cousin likes to call them) during the visit (“Here, drink this.”), and other times he’ll give a specific protocol to do at home. Either way, I notice I feel like a million bucks every freakin’ time I see him. And I’ve even managed to convince my husband – with all of his skepticism – to experience the magic for himself. Psychosomatic medicine? Does it matter?
Anyway, Dr. Bloom suggested it was mold that had found its way into my sinuses that was causing the fatigue and brain fog, not EBV at all (which alone made me feel better, because a fungus in my nose is much more manageable than a virus in my blood). He whipped up some remedies for me to drink, along with a salty solution to snort into each nostril (yum), and had me turn over onto my stomach. His magic hands never cease to amaze me, as they always gravitate to the exact spots that need them the most.
At the end of the visit, he’s like, “Now you’re perfect.” (Is this his metaphysical way of healing the perfectionist? Hmmmm…maybe. But, again, does it matter?)
When I saw my integrative wellness specialist (Alka Gupta) and nutritionist (Jackie Topol) at Weill Cornell today, I told them about the magic Dr. Bloom performed on me the day before. We agreed that we couldn’t possibly know whether it was indeed magic or some kind of psychosomatic miracle, but I was feeling better and that was enough for them.
Dr. Gupta also assured me that the EBV was nothing to worry about and ordered a blood test to take a closer look. She and Jackie eased my stress about all the dietary restrictions, too, citing they were only temporary and that I may actually be able to eat (pretty much) whatever I want again in just a few years (although I don’t think I will ever eat the way I used to before all this went down). Dr. Gupta also switched me to a sublingual B12 supplement, so I won’t have to get a shot in my tricep every week. Big. relief. (You’d be amazed by how many people think my husband manhandles me because of the bruise it leaves.)
Not sure if it had anything to do with the gorgeous weather in NYC today, but on my way home, I felt better than I have in quite a few weeks. I cannot tell you how psyched I am, because, hey, I got shit to do. And not the kind you’re used to hearing me talk about. Probably won’t be talking about that kind again for a while, either. So you can rest easy on that.
Onward and upward, folks.
Until next time…