Hi Clew! Thanks so much for the warm welcome! Glad I even found this place at all! You guys are pretty amazing, and being that I wanted to be a doctor since I can remember, the whole "there is no santa claus" thing has been QUITE traumatic!
I actually have 4 brothers, and one of them is convinced he has MOST parasites and candida infestation. He is the one who showed me this site and helped me discover all of the answers to my suffering are all here! He is a bartender, and is now becoming obsessed with natural cures, which is really cool! You guys have all helped him a lot so far, although he irks me because he went back to gulf coast the day before the grand ole scope arrived!
The other brother that is in medical school is the one I unfairly joked about being a nazi, because after I learned there's no Santa Claus, just Santeee Claws (claws in our pockets!) I began calling all MDs profiteering Nazis. Maybe a little bit of bitterness at my not making it to med school (haha i have to make jokes because without self deprecating humor, things can get really sad), but mostly because many doctors these days are kind of the new evolution of Nazi's (in the wreckless disregard for human well-being & experimenting on us aspects). Boy oh boy did that Hippocratic oath turn Hipocratic! I love my little bro to death, but the fact that he wants my DNA so bad to send to 23&me is really starting to scare me. He also keeps trying to tell me he's sure (through only conversations on the phone) I must have LUPIS! BULLLLLLLLL SPIT, I SAY!
Anyway, in answering the sinus question, it's really weird because they said that I had about a zillion nasal polyps up there. Basically my step father is a very famous surgeon who even went to school with a person from ......lets just call them the big family that invented medicine as we know it today. I told him I was sick every day from at least 15 on and he said I was faking it, so they just sent me down the street to family doc who just prescribed antibiotic after antibiotic after antibiotic, none of which worked. Sometimes my sinuses would be so bad I couldn't even swallow my own saliva. They took me to shrinks galore because they thought it was all in my head. BOY THAT WAS THE TRUTH, just the wrong type of "in the head". They had me doped up on so many drugs in high school, that my dreams of harvard turned into dreams of "dear god please let me at least graduate from high school!"
At 21 after flunking out of 3 schools from missing too much class from sickness, they finally sent me to an ENT and god forbid the millionaire stepfather shelled out the $1k for a catscan (meanwhile after having had to spend a zillion $$$$ on my repeated visits to the doctors and truckloads of meds!) and according to the CATscan, there was ZERO evidence of airflow in my sinuses. You know how a CATscan shows all sorts of big black spots where the sinuses are? Well, there wasn't even a sharpie pen sized dot of black (air) in my skull at all whatsoever. This prompted the very famous ENT (at the time the president of Georgetown university medical school board!) to call for an emergency surgery scheduled the very next morning.
i would give my left breast to cancer research if I had a picture of what came out of my nose in the weeks after the surgery. Picture a medium sized man's pinky finger, black and cobalt blue & that's about the girth and length. Horrendous. That's when I started calling them my "aliens". I may have divulged too much information already, and this next statement may not be appropriate, but I am not so sure they did not "put" some things up inside my head when that surgery occurred. The famous "doc" retired, and went to work in some secret aspect of military medicine and was no longer seeing patients within the year after the surgery.
A lot of things dont add up. I'm not trying to be Conspiracy Calamity Jane here, but since I found out Santa didnt exist, and worse, that Santee Claws has been digging into me like some mideval Science experiment all of these years, some really troubling connections are hard to ignore. I think that's all I should say on a public forum, except to tell any of you who are seeing real MDs, BEWARE!!!!!!! NOT ONLY MIGHT SANTA CLAUS NOT EXIST, BUT THERE COULD BE SOMETHING SO SINISTER AT WORK HERE THAT I'M HOPING A PROP PLANE DOESNT FALL ON MY HOUSE AFTER I POST THIS!!!!
I do wish you all find the health and wellness you deserve instantly, and merry xmas, too!
PS - since the surgery in 2000, I have gotten so sick a few times that I've had to see specialists and have been told 3 more times that I needed surgery again and the polyps were back. Then I saw another guy about a year ago and he said I need nothing. Interestingly, the other docs were connected to my step father and the last one was not. Hmmmmmmmm...........