The homeopath thought my cold was pretty cool. From his point of view, my body was doing a nice job of riding itself of accumulated bad gunk. From my point of view, the constant runny nose meant that I could not breathe through the BiPAP mask. Without the BiPAP, I could not sleep. Without sleep, experience taught that I would spiral downward into serious trouble. I was waking up every half hour all night. Since the 1:4732 potion had moved me out of the depression, we continued with that.
Then I started running a fever. We were now in seriously deep shit. The odds that I had bacterial pneumonia were pretty high. I went to the physician who does acupuncture. He noted that my chest was congested and I had a non-productive cough. He sucked in his breath and said “This is a problem, you understand?”
I replied, “The medical article says that bacterial Klebsiella pneumonia has a 21% fatality rate in 14 days.” My grandmother’s brother rode home from the swimming hole at dusk in an open buggy while wearing a wet bathing suit. Three days later he died of pneumonia. Three years later penicillin was discovered.
Now that the physician and I understand each other, he offers antibiotics, knowing I will refuse. He has to offer; I have to refuse. Then he orders a chest x-ray and does acupuncture for the lungs. That night, the fever stops. In the morning, the cough is gone and the congestion has moved from my lungs to my head. Since I don’t need my head for anything vital, such as breathing, this is a step in the right direction.
World, please note: antibiotics are not necessary to knock out Klebsiella pneumoniae. A good guy with a handful of needles, and education and experience in where to put them, can do just as well—or better. The first sentence in the medical article was “Klebsiella organisms are resistant to multiple antibiotics” then it went on to detail exactly which antibiotics in what combinations should be used. Yeah, right.
I no longer had any significant depression; I just felt numb, emotionally and physically. Also, the outside temperature was in the 80’s. I collapse at 78 degrees, so it was hard to tell what was causing what, good or bad. The 1:4,732 potion was continued. People came and went; I read and slept.
I dreamed that I was moving. My entire apartment had been packed up except the kitchen. The homeopath took this as a good sign; me, not so much. In the past couple years I have had dreams of moving in with my parents, or my parents helping me move. My parents are both dead.
Throughout all this crap, my average glucose, which had leveled off at 500 and then begun to drop, began to climb again. My therapist came and brought me the awareness that I no longer was suffering from shortness of breath. SOB had been a major problem for most of the last year. It sometimes became so bad that I couldn’t stand up for more than 30 seconds—and I couldn’t get an appointment with a pulmonologist. Now I wasn’t having trouble breathing; all I was doing was taking a homeopathic remedy. How about that?
My average glucose dropped to 481, and I dreamed that I came upon a dying baby. I intervened with its parents and took it to Crouse Hospital. Went back the next day and found a beaming doctor standing behind a lavish buffet with a baby who was feeding well. He’d been missing an enzyme or something.
I am sleeping better now. This morning’s average glucose was 474, the lowest it has been in three weeks. When I got a new aide a couple weeks ago, I discovered that after working with her for three hours, my glucose would be over 600. It wasn’t about food intake; it was about chronic fatigue and the exertion of working.
Today, for the first time, I stood for nearly an hour while cooking. Afterward, I checked my glucose, sure it would be over 600.
It was 417.
There are other stories I could have included here—Joel Osteen and “It’s Friday”; the documentary on the Sherpas who died on Mt. Everest and “It is never easy to climb a mountain”; and the physical therapist and the OA joint—but I am mindful of the man who said “Nobody wants to know the storms you encountered: Did you bring in the ship?”
Despite two very, very bad weeks, it looks like land is in sight.