Poor yeast, gets all the blame.
I posted yesterday that Martin is in Symptomatic Itchy-ville, and that a yeast imbalance is to blame.
We made it to the doctor appointment (an hour late, with that “patchy fog” to thank), and the doctor thinks Martin’s sandpaper skin looks more like massive detox than yeast overgrowth. To the credit of this theory, we entered Symptomatic Itchy-ville right around the time last month when we reached full dose of takuna, a detoxifying agent.
That’s Martin’s way: His digestive tract isn’t as good as it should be at spitting out bad stuff, so his skin overcompensates. One thing good, one thing bad.
Isn’t that just like our life right now? Martin skips and perseverates and self-stimulates by running laps. He’s grouchy; everything is a tantrum. He was up, in our shared hotel room, from 2:00 am-5:00 am, laughing hysterically in detox mode. (I know he wasn’t actually drunk. I made him carry a jug of drinking water into the hotel last night, a Herculean effort that left no little hands free for smuggling alcohol.)
Those challenging aspects make it easy to overlook the good that’s happening. In the doctor’s office yesterday, Martin jumped on the trampoline higher and with more coordination than ever. He jumped in circles and announced, “I’m jumping in circles.” When he was trying to fall asleep last night—late last night—he called from the bedroom of our hotel “suite”:
Parked on a sofa in front of the Chiefs–Steelers game, I responded: “I’m eating dinner, Martin. Go to sleep.”
“Maybe later you’ll come to bed and shut the bedroom door.”
I’d left the door between the bedroom and main room ajar, so Martin wouldn’t be scared. I called, “Do you want me to shut the door now?”
“No. Maybe later.”
It might not sound like much, but that’s a conversation, or the beginning of one, in any event.
We’re surviving the not-so-good because there is also good.
And maybe because it’s not yeast. I’m not sure I have the strength for another full-out war on yeast.
Wooo Hooooo! Go Martin! Love the conversations!!
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