During these years of treatment, there was virtually no immune support for me. I knew to take probiotics and eat well, but supplements were a foreign language to me. Neither doctor I saw, my family physician or my specialist, suggested building my cell strength. Nor did I.
As the years went on and I worked through the herxing and detoxing on the road to healthy stretches of time. The night sweats stopped. The joint pain lessened probably 90%. The fevers all but went away. I was feeling much better. Even my allergies went away. Weird, but true.
It was in the second year of this treatment I left work. I had no income but was unable to do the job I was hired to do. As a special Education teacher I was involved in numerous meetings, in depth lesson plans for each individual student, and mounds of paper work. I took two medical leaves during my last two years. Each time I thought I could work, and each time as the months went by I felt worse and worse. I had a window of three hours each day. From 9a.m. to 12 noon I was kind of able to perform my job. Then, like a wand of sparkly stuff falling over me I would become too tired to think or talk. Just like that. I wanted to just sit and stare. (I used to call it the Sit and Stare Disease)It was hard work to make my body get up, walk, and verbally interact with students or adults. I did the best I could and hid it the best I could. I doubt I fooled anyone.
It was a good decision health wise to leave. work. The 'disease' had robbed me of stamina and ability to multi-task and keep it all straight. After I left I was able to rest a lot, for a very long time. I could feel my energy even out after all the years of 'pushing through' every day. I was also applying for disability.
