So, Sunday I gave a little talk about how we took the road less traveled, blah-blah-blah, and came out the other end with a recovered kid. On Monday I had several appointments. The first was my own check-up with the internist at the Big Western Medicine clinic, where I basically just stay on the roster for in-network access to routine bloodwork, etc. Everything there is on the computer and when the doctor came in, she logged on and went through the list of medications, which somehow had never been updated.
Every single one she asked about, I said, “Nope, been able to discontinue it.” Five times. I’ve been able to discontinue 5 prescription meds since I started working with a naturopath. And haven’t needed antibiotics or inhaled steroids in 3 years. Can I get a BOO-YAH? Then she got to the asthma rescue inhaler. “So when was the last time you needed this?”
“About 2-3 months ago.”
“OK, so you needed it for a week or so back in August?” she types something in.
“No, I took a single puff sometime in August.”
She deletes everything she just typed.
Yeah, really. And my vitals were pristine, except for my weight, a disconnect the doctor and the RN just couldn’t get over.
Feeling high from my allopathic smackdown, I head over to Arrogant University Clinic for Child Psychiatry and Behavior Sciences to meet with the young child psychiatrist assigned to my middle child’s case. He’s a nice young man and he is bound and determined to push me down a path I don’t want to go, namely slapping a bipolar label on a 7 yr old boy.
I walked out of the meeting HIGHLY agitated because the proposed solution was to ramp up my kid’s anti-seizure med, add Ativan, and then throw some Zoloft into the mix, which he admitted “may be like pouring gasoline on a fire, but we’re standing by with a firehose.”
A few hours later I take this kid, we’ll call him Kyle, to the naturopath for a cranial sacral appointment. He’s kind of wild and very, very impulsive lately, but he did crawl up on the table for a treatment. Turns out he’s exquisitely congested, not surprising since he snorks snot like a prize sow, to the point the naturopath commented she felt like it was pushing on his brain. You know, the part of the brain behind the forehead, the pre-frontal cortex where all the breaking and impulsivity dampening is…
And being high in histamines can push all the other neurotransmitters out of whack, like serotonin, GABA and dopamine. I found this quote (and failed to remember to bookmark it–but I’ll find it again):
“patients with high histamine levels are more likely to to have an excess of stimulatory neurotransmitter activity”
And yet, even with all this information, I spent the day in a swivet. When I got the chance to lay it out for my husband, his response was “Why is this a problem? What would you from Sunday’s presentation tell you from Monday?”
I’d tell her to chill the f— out, take a deep breath, and get ready to hit the trail again. A few hours of noodling around online has shown me that there is a connection between seasonal allergies and ADHD-like impulsivity, and high histamines can even affect thyroid hormone uptake and cause sleep disturbances. I’ll pop back later to post the links. My mind is still kind of blown and I’m feeling like we dodged a grenade launcher of a psychotropic drug cocktail for a kid who barely weighs 60 lbs.
Meanwhile, I’ve stumbled onto something called evolutionary psychiatry and psychology, and, baby, they’re singing my song. Nutrition, biology, microbiology, infection, biochemistry and environment and how all that affects the brain. And the underlying treatment? Diet. This time not straight GFCF but more along the lines of paleo or GAPS. More on that as I uncover it.