Monday morning we girls had our lastest Lyme appointment. With the different blood works in, it shows that both Savannah and I (and therefore probably the rest of the family) have Dengue Fever antibodies. Yes, you read that right...bone breaking fever. According to Dr. Ritchie most, if not all, of her patients show Dengue Fever in their blood work. Interesting.
I am fairly lost when it comes to reading lab reports and glancing at my papers here...I forget what this first thing was for...but I'm about 200 points low on it. I have some sort of mutation in one of my DNA strands that makes me more seceptable to viruses (I think that's right). There is other stuff too, but I can't remember what they are.
Katherine has had definite improvement since she switched protocols. Me, I described myself as the "slow poke" because I do not exactly see anything profoundly different. Savannah has also had improvements. As soon as this upcoming conference (next week!!) is over, I will start my Dengue Fever killer...and gradually up my Lyme and Bartonella killers, along with my detoxers. I guess I just need to be hammering these bugs a little more vivaciously. Maybe.
So anyway, Tuesday I spent mainly "down" with an attack of menigitis--which continued into Wednesday. Only, yesterday afternoon I spent almost entirely on my feet poking around in the kitchen and doing little things that were necessary. By supper time I was running an 98.6 (though that is the "normal" body temperature, it's a fever for me) and really didn't feel so great.
Today, as the whirl of market preperation has been going on (this weekend both Farmer's Markets open), my main contribution was ironing doll dresses. I took a couple hour break after lunch because by then I was feeling pretty rotten again. Then I got back to ironing doll clothes. I seriously need to take the time to make doll-sized tailor's hams. But anyway....
I finally got the "impersonator's information" letter from the conference planners this afternoon, so I know a little better what I'm supposed to do. And I do need two days worth of clothes. Glad I planned on that. I'm really kind of excited, though a little nervous...and I just hope I feel good by then. When one's head and neck hurt they aren't exactly the most coherent or even really want to talk. Particularly if there is any noise sensitivity. (I'm dealing with a little of that, but my light sensitivity is worse; going outside hurts my eyes.)
I'm awful ready for supper...