After several tests and two doctor visits I was informed that all my blood-work and tests were negative. Apparently modern medicine thought I was as healthy as a horse. My stomach would like to disagree quite loudly. So my well meaning nurse practitioner sent me to a gastroenterologist. At first I was somewhat excited at the prospect of being taken seriously. Not so much. The specialist examined my test results and my chart very closely and came to a stunning conclusion. All I needed was Miralax or Metamucil. He also wrote me a prescription for a medicine that was akin to the stuff that made me feel like death warmed over. Only in a stronger form. He didn't bother to grill me on my diet, water consumption, or stress. Thanks Mr. Doctor.
However, I am not going to let small minded MD's get in my way of getting better. Let the research begin!
P.S. My mother again gave me sound advice in that getting rid of my stress and continuing my paleo diet will help me far more than drinking gallons of Miralax. The woman did graduate summa cum laude from UT Austin.
