stereofidelic89 said...
NiceCupOfTea, when are you going to consider alternative treatments to your case? Diet modification? Supplements, instead of the meds? I'd hate to hear of you suffering with your current condition anymore than you have to, and without trying something new -- you might just be missing something.
I've been considering it on and off for years, but I've simply never been able to bring myself to seriously try it. (Not that I'm against anybody else doing so. If they feel it works for them and they are happier doing it than not, all power to them.)
It's hard to explain why. I suppose because I find it hard to understand why I'm so obstinate when everyone else around me seems willing to make the necessary changes. For a start, I don't actually have any faith that diet and supplements would work any better for me than meds; in fact, I have a strong feeling that they wouldn't.
Now, that's not the same thing as saying I know they definitely won't work, but the small probabilty that I'm wrong still isn't enough to motivate me. It's partly because I have completely run out of patience. I don't have it within me any more to spend months trying something new, and
waiting: waiting to see if it helps or doesn't help. I know for some people SCD has taken up to a year to start working, and I quite literally do not possess that patience.
But - and this is the kicker - even if a strict diet worked wonders for me, was the miracle solution, etc., would I be happy with that? Sounds like an odd question, but I'm not sure I would be. For whatever it's worth, picture this scene to understand why.
Rewind to one Sunday afternoon a few weeks ago. Me sitting in a gorgeous pub with my extended family. Drinking a pint of the nicest ale I've had in probably two decades. Genuinely content, smiling, not secretly wishing it to hurry up and end so I could go and lie down and nurse my stomach.
I "paid" for that weekend trip by taking Pred for a few days. (Note: never go from 40mg to 0mg, the transition is brutal. Never, ever do it if you have been on 40mg for longer than a week, as it could be dangerous rather than merely brutal.)
Anyway, that's besides the point really - just explaining why I felt so well that day. The point is I was drinking
beer. (I know I'm female, but I've never been a wine drinker.) I felt normal, like I wasn't ill. Now, if I was on the SCD, I would not have been able to partake of that beer, and I would have missed out on a simple pleasure. Doesn't sound like much, but to me it was everything, really.
It's probably a bit cheesy, but to me remission and health consists - dietwise - of being able to eat and drink merrily, not to excess, but to satisfaction. The SCD may perhaps give me more energy, but it would be like living in black and white as opposed to technicolour. It would be a pale, bloodless imitation of good health - good health but missing half the aspects that make good health so cheering.
Obviously, everybody is different. I'm just describing how I feel. In fact, I would appear to be the anomaly in today's health-conscious world and the SCDers increasingly the norm. But still, it's a dream which I can't let go of. Feels like literally all I have left some days. A sentimental dream of good times, good food, good drink and good company.
(I'm betting you wish you hadn't said anything now... <_<)