I got a lot of stuff that's wrong with me. Allergies. Nearsightedness. Gingivitis. Chronic Prepatellar Bursitis. Insomnia. Anxiety Disorder. IBS. Lactose Intolerance. This week chalked another one onto the list. I think I may be gluten intolerant too.
I started researching on Wednesday. After reading up on it, I went for a run. The list of symptoms circled through my head.
That damn weird metal taste!
Dry skin? Is that why I'm itchy all the time?
Poor tooth enamel! I did think it odd that I've been drinking coffee since the age of fourteen, but I didn't get stains until last year.
Fatigue? Hell yes. I drink 5 cups of green tea every morning. (Having cut the coffee 'cos of the tooth stains).
IBS. Lactose Intolerance. Decreased appetite. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Depression. Don't get me started.
All the while I'm thinking this, I'm chugging up this hill I've chugged up a million times over the past year, feeling like I'm going to die.
POOR MUSCLE TONE AND INABILITY TO LOSE WEIGHT.
Oh. My. God. I stopped in my tracks.
Is that why I've been working out six days a week for the last three years, and barely shaved off five pounds?
So I decided to go gluten-free, just to see what would happen.
Now I know what you are thinking: Shouldn't you go to a doctor, Farty Girl?
Wake up, people. This is America. I don't have health insurance.
For the past three years, I've self-diagnosed myself as a lot of things. Mostly all of these ailments could be fixed through diet. So I played with my diet. Then last year I went to a doctor, who certified that I had done good homework, that I was right with my assessments.
Don't get me wrong. I don't think I am fit to stand in for a doc. Lest I end up like Sylvia Plath's father, who mistakenly diagnosed his diabetes as cancer, and died of a gangrenous leg. I do plan to go to the doctor again. Once I finish my book. Once I get a job. Once I get insurance. Somehow. Somewhere. Someday.
I keep thinking though... Neither the doctor or I was able to correctly diagnose me, as I still have problems. It makes me wonder - is self-diagnosing valuable? Can we poor bastards use it to put off a costly visit, at least for a while? Or is it terribly dangerous and am I an idiot?
I'm going to have to wait and see.