*Remedies *Intuition - Visiting The Wrong Type of Doctor for Alien Butt Probe

The beginning of this post is motivated by one of the longest days of my life. I’m not talking about the doctors visit for a procedure, I’m talking about the prep for said procedure. All I have to say is “Thank God I didn’t need to do a colonoscopy prep during the great toilet paper shortage of 2020”. That would have been bad.

For those that have not done the prep, here is how it goes. Eat crap food for three days, nothing that even resembles a vegetable. Drink a funny tasting liquid. Then, get ready, wait for the gotta go feeling, and you GOTTA GO NOW!… no bloody notice.

We have stairs. I should have just camped out downstairs where the toilet’s located….that would have been the sensible thing to do. Alas I had things to do. So upstairs I stayed. F*&K…. the feeling….run run run…. start down the stairs….half way down….OH NO….slow and clench butt cheeks together ….waddle waddle waddle….OH NO….hand on bathroom door….”Shiiiiiit!!!”.

Now if you are wondering if I am being literal with the final word in the last paragraph…. 7 pairs of undies later should answer that question.

At least I get points for confidence. Each time I truly believed I could make it the next time.

When finally I fell asleep that night I felt like a little dehydrated prune. I use the word “little” to describe myself as I figured I must have lost a considerable amount of weight.

The following day I presented at the clinic for my double procedure, Colonoscopy and Panendoscopy. They were just checking things out before scripts were written.

The Professor was talking with the anaesthetist right before I was knocked out.

Professor: “Do you remember the Doctors wife.”

Anaesthetist: “No”.

Professor: “You know, the Doctors wife who came in here with missing fingers because of Reynaud’s and Scleroderma. I gave her the antibiotic treatment and it all went away”.

I wanted to hear the rest of the conversation but I was knocked out. I’m kind of pleased to have been out of it though, as seeing myself being rectally probed, like an alien abduction movie, is not my idea of fun.

The results were in. Butt probe successful, no butt probe issues, all inside butt hole normal. Oesophageal probe successful, some issues detected, mainly a Schatzki’s Ring, which is caused by reflux from Scleroderma. This was not a surprise to anyone.

I was good to go. I had my script for antibiotics.

That night I looked up the treatment I was receiving. It is a fringe treatment, most doctors do not recognise it as there have been studies showing it as ineffective. This must be why none of the Rheumatologists recommended, or even mentioned, it to me. I was a little concerned.

I looked further and found an article on Sclerodermainfo.org. This article made a lot more sense and may explain why the above study was so negative. The author states: “Looking at systemic Scleroderma as a family of diseases that require a genetic predisposition but also may have many different potential triggers, some of which may be infectious, the mixed research results make sense. Assuming that only a subset of Scleroderma patients have mycoplasma or other infections as their (ongoing) trigger event, then if you try AP therapy on a general population of Scleroderma patients, only some of the patients would have any benefit from AP therapy.”

I’m assuming, from the synchronicities leading me to Professor Borody, as per previous post, that it would appear I have some type of mycoplasma as a trigger (or part of the trigger). There are more than 100 recognised species of mycoplasma and you can only test for a small number of these. That makes it hard for people to know if it is a contributing factor.

As I’ve got here through synchronicities / intuition, I don’t really need to worry about that. I assume I am in the right place at the right time. I’m being divinely guided.

This also makes sense regarding my blog. The title being Create My Cure. This was not meant to be a journey that someone else with Scleroderma can follow to get the same outcome. The journey is individual and, following the framework set out by Kelly Turner, anyone can get there.