That Froggy Feeling…


Body… Achy, Blurry, Exhausted, Headache, Froggy

Mind… Foggy, chance of meatballs

Mood… Huh, what?

In order to keep my voice clear as possible, my doctor made it clear that I should not have any dairy… at all.
ME:  So that means, cow dairy, right? Since I’m allergic to it.
DR:  No dairy.
ME:  But specifically no cow’s dairy.
DR: No dairy at all.
ME: How about Sheep? Like Sheep’s Feta, I’m not allergic to Sheep.
DR: No dairy.
ME: Goat?
DR: …
So, I like dairy, and it sucks that I shouldn’t have any.  Anyway, since I cut dairy out completely, there has been a little less junk going on down on the chords.
But, of course, one Friday night, knowing full well what I was doing, we went for Italian food.
Now, overall, I did pretty good. I had the bow tie pasta dish with steak tidbits, broccoli and sundried tomatoes in a garlic sauce.
See, no dairy.  Except…
Ahhh… garlic bread, how much do I love thee? Let me count the ways.  Oh, about two baskets.  All that yummy, warm, crusty bread with buttery garlic.  And let’s not forget the lovely yeast in the bread.  Did I mention that I have an allergy to yeast?  I’m sure I did in a previous post.
ME: What about butter?  That’s not dairy, right?
DR:  Meh.
So, I woke up the next morning all congested, face puffy, back of throat thick with junk.  That’s why I did this on a Friday night, I should be clear by Sunday.
I know I ‘shouldn’t’ have, but I did.  I am testing how things work, one food at a time, but two bread baskets filled with butter and yeast, was a little overboard.  Garlic bread is done for a while.  Chicken (allergic to chicken and turkey) is next.  Definitely on a Friday.


In order to keep my voice as clear as possible, my doctor said NO DAIRY at all.


ME:  So that means, cow dairy, right?  Since I’m allergic to COW dairy?

DR:  No dairy.

ME:  But specifically no cow’s dairy?

DR: No dairy at all.

ME: How about sheep? Like sheep’s feta?  I’m not allergic to sheep.

DR: No dairy.  At all.

ME: Goat?

DR: …


So, I LOVE dairy, (cheese especially) and it sucks that I shouldn’t have any.  Anyway, since I cut out dairy, there has been a little less junk down on the chords, meaning less work and strain for my voice-overs.


Avoiding dairy, not to mention other types of foodstuffs, makes eating out tedious and boring.  Well, a couple of Friday’s ago we went for Italian food.   I did okay–I had the bow tie pasta dish with steak tidbits, broccoli, sun dried tomatoes in garlic and olive oil.  (It was delicious–Portofino’s in Forest Hills, I highly recommend it.)


See, no dairy.  Except…


Ahhh… garlic bread, how much do I love thee?!  Let me count the ways.  Oh, about two baskets.  All that yummy, warm, crusty bread with buttery garlic.  And let’s not forget the lovely yeast in the bread.  Did I mention that I have an allergy to yeast?  I’m sure I did in a previous post.


ME: What about butter?  That’s not dairy, right?

DR:  Meh.


So, I woke up the next morning all congested, face puffy, back of throat thick with junk.  That’s why I did this on a Friday night, I should be clear for work by Monday.  Sort of.


I know I ‘shouldn’t’ have, but I did.  I am testing how things work, one food at a time, but two bread baskets filled with butter and yeast, was a little overboard.  While staying away from dairy helps minimize that froggy feeling, I have other food allergies that can dramatically effect my voice without any junk ( mucous/phlegm), just inflammation.


So, anyway, garlic bread is done for a while.  Chicken (allergic to chicken and turkey) is next.  Definitely on a Friday.


FYI – All these various food allergies did not appear until after several years with Chronic Lyme.





Horizontal Update…



Body… Achy, Sluggish

Mind… Clearing, with chance of fog

Mood… Decent


I visited my doctor regarding the horizontal episode.   An increased dosage of a hormone supplement, Pregnenolone 50 (sounds like a cross between pregnancy and provolone cheese) might have contributed to my horizontal state, which might, in itself, be indicative of a hormonal imbalance.   It’s been a year since my last blood panel, so we scheduled a blood collection for the next morning, checking for the usual, but including hormone and vitamin levels.


I also have to bring in a 24 hour collection of my urine.  They gave me a bright orange container to pee in.  I keep it in the refrigerator.  My wife LOVES that.


I received a voicemail  from my doctor, last week.  First thing he said after ‘hello,’ was the blood test results were in and that there were some irregularities–a vitamin D deficiency, and that it looked like something is up with my thyroid.


Neither is surprising to me.  I usually take supplemental vitamin D, among other things, due to my body’s inability to efficiently absorb nutrients from food sources.  I stopped taking it when I was on the Candida diet–at the time, I couldn’t find a non-yeast brand.  Once I jumped off the diet, I forgot to add D back.


As for my thyroid, I’ve been on Thyroid medication for a few months, now.  Based on a previous blood test and ultrasound, my thyroid was slightly enlarged–that’s hypo, right?  I think so.  Anyway, I’ve been taking Cytomel since.  As I fasted for the blood collection, I obviously did not take Cytomel  that morning.


I haven’t seen the doctor, yet–he wants to wait for the urine test results.  And I haven’t felt horizontal since I stopped the extra dosage of the pregnancy provolone, though my regular symptoms persist.  We’ll see how the rest of the test results pan out over the next couple of weeks.  We are holding off on the chelation question till then.



To Chelate or Not to Chelate…


Body… Achy
Mind… Less foggy
Mood… Better


Had a really bad reaction about three months ago.  The yeast in my body invited all their friends over for a party and wrecked the place–a total blowout.  Unfortunately, I’m the one with the hangover.  Thanks, Yeast!


Yeast came into the equation almost two years ago.  Since Chronic Lyme Disease (CLD) can cause nerve damage, my primary doctor suggested I see a Neurologist that specialized in CLD (and believe it or not, this is the short version).  More after the … bump.