Today really is the first day of the rest of my life. I went to see a medical herbalist and she corroborated what I had long suspected. That menopause isn’t a Thing, unless you are already out of balance. That gluten and dairy intolerance are often just a symptom, not a cause. That I really have been really ill, and I was in fact not imagining it. I can’t begin to describe what a two hour consultation is like: the chance to tell a wise and sympathetic person your medical, bodily story, the story of who you are, and how you got to be here today, and why no matter that you eat like a saint and sleep ten hours a night, you still feel crap and have trouble standing for any period of time. Apparently I have a severely congested lymph system, and a barely functioning digestive system, part of which I suspected for some time. It’s good to finally hear that I can get my mojo back.
But before you start trashing western allopathy (which I am apt to do), today I had a humbling reminder that they do also have their place in our lives, when the daughter who I thought had viral labyrinthitus turned out to have low blood pressure and possibly anemia too. A herbalist and an allopath in one day. The yin and the yang. How lucky we are to have them both.