Progress?
I’m still waiting for my results. I realised only this morning that actually my nutritionist was away with a group of people from work. I may find out tomorrow.
What was interesting about this discovery was the fact that it underlined something I have discovered in myself of late - my propensity to paranoia. I have talked about this before, I don’t doubt, but my experiences on a course the other day brought it to the fore.
Since my nutritionalist is part of the whole cult side of things at work, something which unnerves me and indeed intially saw me turn away from him for a year or more, I am particularly prone to paranoia, perhaps, but since it has been three weeks or so since I sent the sample, and was told the results would be back in two, I was starting to become a little anxious that I had done something to overturn what I thought may have been the initially good first impression I had made on him. This is something I worry about in particular, that I make a real effort with pople when I first meet them and then seem very cold on subsequent occasions.
Otherwise, I’ve been eating pretty well and don’t believe I have had any gluten or dairy (excluding admittedly masses of butter) for a couple of weeks now, since I sent the sample off. Similarly, I have eschewed sugar and, mostly, caffeine - excluding a few green teas over the last few days.
It is clear to me that high GI foods are also very bad for me. I have been filling the air with some of those pretty noxious farts over the last few hours, after having a blended soup (which I had carried around in a thermos all day just in case and not eaten) and a nutty banana and rice milk shake.
As I have written, perhaps in masterkidderminster.net, I have been taking Modafinil now for perhaps a week. After the first few days of insomnia - which were in any case a follow on from having taken Ginseng after a mention by my Tai Chi instructor - I have been feeling pretty good.
What’s more, I have finally got a referral to a specialist. I struggle to understand my psychiatrist’s English - his pronunciation is very bad - but I’ll be referred to a neurologist working from a hospital in Birmingham at some point. Perhaps I will move a step towards diagnosis. We’ll see.
Things, perhaps, are moving forward.
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Oh, and after a big big shock at work which I will have to write about (despite my promise to myself to write about nothing but to work consistently on the one same short story until its completion). It relates to food and the theories that surround it.
