Same Yeast, Different Day

It's one thing to read all about various biomedical treatments and the experiences of other parent's children, and quite another to actually perform those treatments on your own child.

I thought I was thoroughly briefed and prepared for yeast die-off. I was not prepared to see the Sweetest Child on The Planet rehearse for Damien Returns.

Oh...My...God.

I had to go pick up Liberty for a fit the teacher finally realized was not "just a tantrum." I told her to watch out for something like this and be sure and call me, but she said she held out because she "didn't want to call me." I don't really understand that. She wrote on her note she sends home that he was like that for "40 minutes." Poor little kid.

He was quite lathered up when I got there. The assistant came out carrying a screaming, kicking thing wrapped in a blanket that I did not recognize as my son. I jumped out of my car, still in my work-out clothes in which I did not get to work out-in, wielding a syringe filled with black, powdery stuff and proceeded to insert it into my son's mouth. He screamed, he batted at me, he kicked when I put him in his car seat. I whisked him home. He got out of the car screaming, tripped and laid prone on our driveway sobbing. I'm sure every Gladys Cravits in the neighborhood was observing this unusual scene.

I finally managed to get him in the house and get him some Motrin. Within about 15 minutes, the Alien was gone and my son was sitting on his bed smiling and laughing. About 20 minutes after that, I was on the phone with my sister who was commiserating with me when suddenly I saw that Liberty was covered in...something that was GI Joe-colored green...running down his leg. I dropped the phone and rushed him into the bathroom.

Anyhoo, today anyway, the constipation was cured.

s'all I'm saying.

I dialed my doctor's office in NY and thankfully was able to speak to the nurse. She said it sounded like a pretty severe case of die-off, and that I had to keep giving him two to three capsules of charcoal every day on an empty stomach and to make sure he moves his bowels as much as he can.

I will have to try giving him the charcoal in the morning before he eats anything.

It's all so much work. Not having a way of communicating what he is feeling is the pitts and I know for him, bless his little heart, he is just frustrated beyond any of our imagining. He does not mean to hit or kick. He just feels lousy.

No one can tell me how long this will last. No one knows.

I ask that anyone who is reading along with me today, keep my sweet little son in your thoughts and prayers. Maybe throw me in there with him for good measure, will you? I need all of the good vibes I can get right now.

For all of the pain my son is going through, I do hope there will be a significant gain. If not, I guess we can say we tried. I will get liver function studies done tomorrow and that should be revealing and probably predict whether we go forward or not.

By the way, as I was searching for information on dealing with yeast die-off, I ran across something I have never heard of before. The article stated that people with heavy metal poisoning have a worse time with yeast die-off, and that the herb Cilantro detoxifies the body of mercury. Anyone ever heard of this? Here is a link to that interesting tidbit of information.

http://www.modernherbalist.com/cilantro.html

It seems an odd coincidence that just last night I was looking for my recipe for fajitas. I never noticed that it called for Cilantro (an herb I rarely use), and I turned to my husband and said, "What is Cilantro good for anyway?" I will certainly ask Dr. Bock about this.