It is not any news when I tell you that I have been sick on and off for most of 2011. Do the math: 3 of the longest fucking months of my life. It seems that I am on the mend in many ways but the physical debilitation broke me in ways that I never anticipated. It’s amazing how a broken body drags your mind right down with it. The relationship between the two go very hand in hand and I don’t know which brought the other down but the truth is they are both in a place that I have never been.
There is so much I need to take care of at the moment but it is so hard to put any plans into motion when I feel down or sick. So far, after 3 visits to Western Drs. and the frustration that comes with them, AKA they don’t listen, I decided to go an alternate route.
A friend of mine has suggested and recommended a Tibetan medicine Dr. for a while now and after his having good results, I decided to pay Dr. Tibet a visit (not his real name).
For those of you who do not know what the premise of Tibetan Medicine entails I will summarize it: you are diagnosed based on pulse and urinalysis. Sounds totally ludicrous that someone will come to some conclusions about what ails you by pulse and looking at your piss right? More on that later.
So I rolled into my appointment and any skepticism I may have had went out the door. Dr. Tibet had an intense yet calming presence to him and after reading my intake form that had little to no descriptions about what brought me there, he says, “you know what I am about to do?”, I nod and tell him that I know he will check the pulse on my arms. So I extended my arms over his desk and for about 15 minutes, in complete silence, he held my wrist and with closed eyes felt it, then the other hand, then the both at the same time. Complete and total silence. Did I mention this guy had a photo of him and the Dalai Lama in his office? Yeah, not intimidating AT ALL.
He takes my pulse and then excuses himself to go check out my tupperware of piss I had to bring in. Walking around with your urine in a container is SO SEXY.
Anyway, the doc rolls back in the office and starts telling me…
“You suffer from x, x, and x… nothing is of major concern but there are things that could be better. You also wake up at night, have high anxiety and are experiencing these symptoms…”. This is where I am on the verge of tears. Somehow, without even going into any explanations this man KNEW what I was feeling by touching me and looking at my tupperware of pee. I shit you not.
After some brief explanations of his plan of action, he says he is gonna write up some instructions. His English is not great but enough to communicate and that is that. I went out into the lobby and 5 minutes later he comes out with notes, some herbs in baggies and what I need to do. His receptionist man goes over everything with me and sends me on my way.
What was I told to do?
I am taking 4 supplements… 2 are his herbal concoctions that are for liver and kidney functions. The others are 5HTP and a probiotic.
I was given a BEEFY list of foods I need to remove from my diet for the time being, notables being: pork, processed meats, 99% dairy, sugars, chocolate (crais!), caffeine, alcohol, wheat, gluten and very specific veggies and fruits. Some of those really are no sweat for me, it is all just a matter of getting used to it. Some not so much but I can adapt and if I really want to get better, well, I need to.
As I left I felt like a huge weight got taken off my shoulders and if I am going to get better, the belief is finally there… a belief in *something* and in this belief I am going to dive in and hope that these courses of action help guide me to a better and healthier me.
I go back in a month for a follow up.
So here we go.