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Thank you Axpr, much appreciated.
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Anytime.
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The chronic, old, established infection = most likely. I suspect that it 's not that good for the body to have high eso and white blood counts continously, like shroom also mentioned. They are "poisons" to critters and to us too in the long term, so after a while the production "stops" when I actually need it at most!
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I'd say that's a way to look at it, yes.
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I wonder if the dr would make such a diagnose? I guess no, I will be told that I am fine. Damn it!
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And I wouldn't blame him, you know, because to my knowledge the textbooks simply don't seem to address the issues with clarity.
Take my case, for example. I suffered agonizing episodes of "Asthma" for a very long time, and one time after the next the docs would send me home with a bag full of "control medications", [trying to reassure me by?] telling me that the condition of Asthma aside, I was in perfect health.
What else could they do if there was nothing else to do, at least from their standpoint? The chest x-rays seemed "normal" [for a guy with Ashtma anyway - by the way, my lung x-rays showed no signs consistent with an onset of Asthma at any point, which made me very curious from the start]. I was up on my feet, which meant that my problem was "manageable". Also, just like in your case, all the lab results yielded "normal" and all values were considered 'within range'. Stool and urine tests were negative for pathogens, which is all part of the "big mystery".
So, except for THE FACT that I was gasping for air all the time and feeling like fish out of the water, probably, all the tests seemed to suggest that I was in perfect condition and shape. My reaction was always an inner "What the devil's going on"?, like someone that just knows he's been dealt a rotten hand, just not quite sure by whom or how or why it happened or even started. So then the bottom line was that I was all right because some papers said so? "What about all the wheezing?" I kept asking the docs and everyone else. They had no answer. Nobody did.
In the end, what were they to do, now I wonder. Would they experiment on me and start guessing? After all, the condition had been studied in great detail [according to the literature], and "nothing" had been found. It was all 'a damn puzzle', as a doctor once put it to me in apparent frustration.
Besides, what about the risks involved if any doctor chose to gamble and tried to help me against the established knowledge and procedures? Which doctor would have been willing to take risks with me and start medicating me without really having a clue what to do next? As I see it today, I think that only two kinds of 'good' doctors would or could have done that, perhaps:
- a "regular" doctor in a desperate position he could justify or try to justify, maybe in a life or death situation.
- an outstanding doctor, someone with a spirit of adventure, maybe one of those great scientists and observers from the past.
Because the second kind are so rare if not extinct [even then they should have been, I'm sure], and because I was in such a "perfect shape", quite far from a 'life or death' situation, I think I can see now how no doctor could or would have helped me back then.
Maybe the same applies today.