bluelyme said...
I had a death sentence that was bs...the question is what lenghts are you willing to go to, in order to get well?
That's something you don't need to worry about
with me
After 2.5 yrs of severe illness and no diagnosis or improvement i decided I'd had enough. I got rid of all my belongings, built a portable kitchen setup and a self sustaining water filtration system and took off for the desert. I drove for 7 days until i found a spot far off the grid and set up camp there. Despite a couple coyote attacks it was the happiest id been within my disease because it was the first time i saw any slight improvement. An ill fated sandstorm cut my time out there short but i now knew how important environment was so i drove back to Connecticut, pulled the passenger seat out of my truck and built a wooden platform to sleep on. For the past 3.5 years ive been living in my truck, cooking on a small butane stove and relocating throughout the country based on seasons and climate. I could write a 400 page book on all of my experiences to this point, even my doctors tell me to, lol.
Dr J is it, he's the last stop. He's the 26th doctor. After this there's nothing left to try but if something new comes up, i will do it without hesitation. I care nothing about
my comfort or safety, only what the illness requires. If i find that eating dog crap will surely get me better, im not complaining- im going out and buying a dog.
Me not putting in 100% is not something that is a concern here.