velvetmoose9 said:...
I've got some microbiology testing scheduled right after my surgery in two weeks, mostly because I'm just not buying what the doctors are selling—every specialist I've talked to keeps insisting that a viral or parasitic infection couldn't possibly be behind my symptoms, but I still want to be sure. I’m specifically looking at serology for microbiology and parasitology, though honestly, my regular blood work comes back looking totally fine.
I haven't really traveled much lately, I don't have any pets running around the house, and honestly, I'm not exactly an outdoorsy type of guy.
So, about three or four months before all this started, I actually put on about 15 pounds. I was just eating whatever—a mix of healthy stuff and total junk—but honestly, I was just trying to bulk up because at 6'2", I was sitting at a pretty scrawny 147 pounds. I managed to bump myself up to around 172, but ever since these symptoms kicked in and the dizziness started, I haven't had any appetite at all, so I've already dropped back down to about 160.
So, here’s the deal with my lifestyle... I’ve basically been glued to a desk for years, staring at a screen for maybe 6 to 8 hours a day since I was a kid in seventh grade—honestly, my computer is more like my best friend than anyone else. I finally decided to start trying to get active and hit the gym whenever I can, especially since I started therapy about a month and a half ago, but man, I haven't felt a single bit of progress, whether it's short-term or long-term. If anything, things have actually gone south; the second I try to push myself too hard, my head starts throbbing, my left side starts ringing, and I get all dizzy and nauseous, which just makes every symptom feel ten times worse. Even my physical therapist told me that pushing through any kind of exercise might actually just make everything way worse given how things are right now.
I’ve never actually dealt with any real injuries, fractures, or broken bones, you know? Any physical issues I have around my shoulders, neck, or head are really just the result of being too lazy and sitting around way too much. I was definitely a clumsy kid and used to bang my head against everything, but nothing ever serious enough to land me in an ER or count as some kind of traumatic accident or actual physical injury.
It’s kind of funny how bugs act toward me; one summer they’ll completely ignore me, and then the next, it’s like I’m an all-you-can-eat buffet for them. Last summer was pretty brutal—they were basically feasting on me—but the year before that, I think I was totally off their radar.
I’ve been dealing with these constant, chronic colds lately—just endless sneezing and itchy, watery eyes at every little thing. I never used to be allergic to anything, not even when the seasons shifted, but about three or four years ago everything just flipped. Now, every time the weather changes or the seasons roll around, I end up feeling like I have a massive cold, my eyes swell up because my sinuses are so clogged that nothing can drain, and I basically have to go get an injection in the muscle every single year just to function. As for actual allergies, don't ask me; I've had to take two shots straight in the hip just to deal with that mess. Right now, I’ve been taking one Allegra a day along with some Nasacort nasal spray for almost a month, following what my ENT specialist recommended. He’s actually planning on performing surgery on me soon, but he can't do it while my membranes are swollen and my sinuses are inflamed—which, honestly, has felt like my permanent state of being for the last year. If I were to stop the Allegra and the Nasacort for even two days, I’d probably burn through three rolls of toilet paper a day and spend hours just sneezing and blowing my nose. It feels like things are just steadily getting worse.
It’s honestly been such a slow burn, where everything—aside from the usual colds and allergies—just started hitting me all at once toward the end of last summer. It began so gradually, too; I first noticed that ringing in my ears around September, then this weird sense of being off-balance followed by bouts of dizziness right around New Year's. But everything really went south on January 28th when I came down hard. My fever spiked to 102.5, and the throbbing pain in my head, neck, and the base of my skull was just absolutely unbearable. That fever hung on for five straight days, and even with heavy doses of Tylenol, I felt completely lightheaded and out of it. On the second night, I actually wanted to call 911 because I was fighting so hard just to stay conscious—I couldn't even lift my head to grab my phone from the nightstand without feeling like I was going to pass out. I spent those few days basically melting into my bed, huddled in a winter jacket under two layers of blankets, just trying to survive the pain and these terrifying hallucinations. It honestly felt like my brain was literally frying in oil, which is wild because a friend of mine had a higher fever of 104.9 during that same stretch and didn't feel nearly half as bad as I did.
Honestly, that fiber just took all those acute symptoms I was dealing with—which didn't seem to have any serious cause at the time—and cranked them up by like a hundred times, and they've just stayed that way.
Plus, it’s the first time in my life where some random illness just decided to show up out of nowhere and refused to clear up within the usual five days; usually, even if I catch a nasty stomach bug or bronchitis, I'm over it in maybe three to seven days tops.
velvetmoose9 said:...
I've been dealing with ADHD and social anxiety since I was seven years old, and honestly, through everything I've been through mentally, my anxiety has never once messed with my actual physical health or how my body functions.
Like, if I'm hungry, I'm hungry, and if I'm tired, I'm tired, regardless of whether I'm feeling happy, depressed, anxious, panicky, or whatever else is going on in my head; my mental state has never once touched my physical well-being, and I haven't dealt with things like stomach aches or headaches, even when I'm absolutely fuming or stressed out, so I can pretty much rule out anything psychological right off the bat.
I'm not really the type to run to a doctor for every little thing, either; I actually spent the whole fall ignoring some pretty sharp symptoms, thinking, "Eh, it's probably just from sitting too much, drinking too much coffee, smoking, being a couch potato... I'll just start hitting the gym a few times and I'll be fine."
It wasn't until those symptoms piled up and that week-long bout of fiber amplified everything a hundredfold, turning my life into total agony, that I finally decided to see a doctor to confirm what I already suspected—which was that mainstream, institutional medicine is basically useless when it comes to stuff like this. I've seen three ENTs, two neurologists, a physiatrist, a neurosurgeon, and an ENT surgeon, and not a single one of them has any clue what's wrong with me; only one neurologist looking at my MRI actually spotted vertebral artery insufficiency, which everyone else just dismisses, saying it has nothing to do with my symptoms, along with some sphenoid cyst that we just happened to stumble upon on the brain scan.
And look, I'm all too familiar with that ego-driven, hypocritical tactic used by both public and private healthcare workers where, if they can't solve a patient's problem, they just flip the script and act like the patient is crazy and imagining things to make it a "psychological issue"... I mean, is it really that hard for a doctor to just step up and say, "Look, I don't know, I'm not sure what this is, you should probably see someone else"? Seriously, it's not like anyone's going to kill them for being a little bit honest and selfless.