Day 4, A New Day

Friedrich, visipix.com

Okay, it wasn't that much of a "New Day," but the migraine backed off a bit and that felt very good--by comparison.

When I'm not totally discouraged by how I feel, I'm fascinated by it. How is this all happening simply by changing my diet?  What is the mechanism in the body that causes these symptoms?  How is the body able to "retrace" previous health issues?

Last night my migraine took me all the way back to Switzerland, 1990, when I ate an entire malted chocolate bar and then experienced the worse pain in my head in my life. Then it transported further back to 1984, just before I left for London, when my highschool boyfriend dropped me on the side of my head. (Don't ask.)

And frequently, this great fatigue places me back at college when I'd walk the 13 blocks to campus from my apartment, and then never make it to class because I simply had to take lie down for a minute on the couch in the library, not knowing I had mono, and would sleep for hours. 

Have I mentioned that I can't have salt?   

(I just keep staring at the pretty pink Himalayan salt that I just bought...)

Day 2, The Fog

Stringberg, visipix.com

 I had all intentions of accompanying my son to All School Sing this morning, but my head was in such a fog. (TMI alert~I was also afraid to be too far from my toilet.)

I opted out on taking the next dose of the detox regimen with my morning pudding since my doctor said to back off if I didn't feel well.  I'd take one with my stir fry at lunch.

By mid-day however, all I wanted to do was sleep so I skipped that dose too. I dragged myself upstairs to collapse on the bed, adding an eye mask to block out the bright sun.  Afterward I planned to take a vigorous walk like I had the day before with Jess in order to do the requisite sweating.

But I felt just as tired after my nap as I had before it.  All I could manage was a convalescent stroll down to the pond where I squatted against a rock, and wished the ground wasn't damp so that I could lie down and go to sleep.

By the time I got back up my driveway, every horizontal surface appeared as a place for reclining and I had flash backs of my semester at college with mono.

 This must be the "retracing" that I read about online.  In some yet mysterious way, detoxing apparently releases old illness patterns.  I worried what would come next.  I certainly abused my liver in my hey day, growing up on an island town where drinking was a competitive sport.

By night fall, I had a miserable headache so I skipped the last dose of my protocol too, wondering if it was the pills or the dietary restriction that were causing this suffering.  I also began to question whether or not I would be able to continue with the cleanse--which given the investment at the doctor's office, and the pharmacy, and the return trip to the grocery store, would be a very costly failure that I couldn't afford.

Note: here's the detox supplement that my doctor prescribed for me: