Two years ago today, Boyfriend and I embarked on a 10-day adventure to learn how to sail. It was the week of Jake’s 40th birthday, and sailing had long been at the top of his bucket list. I too had dreams of sailing—mostly romantic notions that involved me drinking Champagne in a sundress while a handsome man did important-looking things with ropes—and so off we went, on an expedition that would seal the deal: Wherever we drifted, we would chart our course together.
Two years later, I married my sailor, and rather than the Mendocino getaway I’d planned for his 42nd, we are here in exotic Pocatello sharing intravenous cocktails of vitamins and hydrochloric acid.
Here’s how Day One went down:
In just one day, I think I’ve already spent more time with Dr. Jason West than I have with the gynecologist I’ve been seeing for nearly a decade. Total face time: nearly two hours. (He has five sons, loves prime rib, and is afraid of snakes. Also, he proposed to his wife while playing an upright piano on a mountaintop 22 years ago today.)
After an in-depth review of our Lyme tests, labs, health history, current symptoms, treatment considerations, and astrological signs (no, not really), the real fun began.
The Live Blood Analysis
With quick pin-pricks to our pinky fingers, Dr. J added small drops of blood to glass slides for viewing under the microscope and up on a flat-screen TV. The pictures? Psychedelic album cover art at its very finest. Ladies first.
Did you know that red blood cells are supposed to look like nice round circles rimmed in bright white light? Imagine a full moon with the center knocked out. My red blood cells look like “Bart Simpson’s hair,” in Dr. J’s professional opinion, indicating a major hormone imbalance. We also saw Lyme spores, Lyme biofilms, and Lyme at the intracellular stage, which might indicate late-stage development of the bacteria—but no spirochetes, the corkscrew-shaped bacteria that causes Lyme disease. (Remember, I did a two week course of antibiotics, which are effective at killing early stage Lyme if you catch it and treat it right away.) The Lyme wasn’t alone in there: We also found intestinal parasites. Joy! Not to mention plenty of candida, a little fungus, and a whole host of red blood “ghost cells” that put me at some neurological risk. Not to mention the protein puddles and inflammatory markers in my dry blood that indicate risk for MS, Alzheimers, and other super fun things.
Based on all this, Dr. J gave me a 4 out of 10 on the Lyme scale if 10 is the very worst—better than any of us expected given my crazy symptoms. Can you imaging being a 10? Now Jake.
Husband’s Lyme test had shown stronger positive results than mine had, so I was kind of expecting a doozy of a blood show. And while not quite as eventful as mine, his live analysis didn’t totally disappoint: There were plenty of little parasites, spirochetes, biofilms, candida, and disease-causing fungus to keep us entertained.
In the end, Dr. J compared us to glue: Jake is superglue—strong and top shelf; I’m Elmer’s—the pasty one with a sludgy immune system that’s barely holding me together.
IV Therapy
After the fireworks, it was off to the IV Lounge for a three-bag cocktail: 50 grams of vitamin C mixed with other delicious immune-boosting goodies; hydrochloric acid; and hydrogen peroxide. And let me assure you, your veins can tell the difference between friendly vitamins and aggressive acid however diluted. By the end of the hour, my left arm felt like a punching bag on the set of Creed.
The Gameplan
About six hours after we first entered the West Clinic, we had solid chiropractic adjustments and paid for our respective treatment packages: Jake would need only the Premium tier—two weeks of IVs, Prolozone injection therapy, ozone insufflations for the parasites, and bodywork that rings up around $7,000. But Elmer here will be needing the four-week (two now, two in September) $11,000 “Lyme Hardcore” package which includes all of Jake’s treatments plus neural therapy injections in my skull to reset my neurotransmitters and ease my constant headaches.
I repeat, injections in my skull.
And no, insurance doesn’t cover it. But if this works, it will be the bargain deal of the century—a South Bay couple I know has spent $100,000 in their quest to conquer Lyme over the past 10 years.
The Aftermath
Immediately following treatment today, I felt exhausted, headachey, and a little nauseated. You know, my usual. But the pain in my arm subsided, and I was able to eat some dinner and write this blog with a cup of CBD cocoa. Meanwhile, Mr. Superglue is barbecuing chicken and drinking Shiner Bock.
PS: Dr. J says Lyme disease can definitely be sexually transmitted. Check yo self.