I Went to War With My Body and the War Won
7 weeks in bed gave me time to contemplate how I got it so wrong
I knew better than to go to war with my own body, but desperation will make you do silly things you later regret. After an accidental overdose during an anti-parasite protocol, I wasn’t sure if I would ever walk normally or be able to paint again because my hands and whole body shook so hard. The seizures disorganized my brain and caused memory loss. A whole panoply of complications ensued, from recurrent UTIs to losing down to about 80 pounds. I am still working eleven months later on building back the muscle and hair I lost. I’m doing great now, but ouch, this was a nasty wiff I am entirely grateful to have survived.
In case you missed it, I wrote about it last October a few months after it happened.
The five red flags I missed:
Even though a doctor I trusted highly recommended the anti-parasite protocol, I should’ve trusted myself too.
The scientist who designed the protocol didn’t respect my questions about dosing the medication and treated my insistence on an answer like I was being a problem child. I never got real answers, but forged ahead anyway. I let them embarrass me into compliance. Even though I felt like I had a fire inside my ass, I should’ve taken the time to thoroughly vet it before beginning. There’s always time to do it right the first time.
The protocol was administered by a scientist with a world-class resume, not a medical practitioner… and he didn’t bother to connect with my doctor to ensure I had appropriate support in case of emergency. Since this was an “alternative,“ aka illegal experimental protocol, they asked me to keep it a secret. When I landed in the ER, the doctor who recommended it and the scientist dropped me like a hot rock.
The protocol was extremely extreme. I bought out the entire contents of two pharmacies, and that still wasn’t enough of one of the drugs. I’ll never go to war against my body again.
When I ran out of that drug and went to buy more, the pharmacy gave me the wrong medicine. I inadvertently overdosed, called the wrong person, and their incompetence delayed proper treatment by more than twelve critical hours. This person hasn’t apologised to this day, and they are no longer in my life.
That all might seem crazy, and it was. Having a spinal parasite scared me shitless and well… mistakes were made. I hope you never have to go through something so extreme to learn the lessons of always, always resting in your own authority and always, always having your own back.
That’s the TL;DR. The rest of the juice is in podcast format.
Love from Oaxaca,
Cris
P.S. I’m still weighing up my decision to keep the identity of the scientist a secret and whether to report it to the authorities. If any of you have wisdom to share regarding accountability in such cases, please comment or send me an email.
Reporting might save someone's life, but I would try to do it anonymously if the community is small, or report it as high up in the professional chain as possible (national regulatory level).
So scary! And I'm so glad you're OK now!