Well, that was a year ago.
After six weeks or so back on budesonide twice daily, and a very welcome end to the symptoms that had been creeping back with a single daily dose, Dr. Eos and I have decided just to hang out here for a while. And that’s more than fine with me.
When I first started out on this journey, it was my ambition to avoid medication to the extent possible. To my mind, that meant avoiding it at pretty much all costs.
Maybe it’s that I like doing things the hard way. When Dr. Eos said, “Most adults find it difficult to maintain a strict elimination diet,” I seized immediately on the word “most,” and assumed that I’d be the one to conquer.
Maybe it’s my inclination to believe that most meds have more side effects, both known and yet-to-be-recognized, than we’d like to acknowledge. And that, even without side effects, they tend to mask the root cause of a problem, which, of course, would be the best thing to get at. I’m grateful that if my doctors think I’m a wacko, they don’t generally let on.
But, mostly, it was that I had never even entertained the idea that my exploratory visit to the allergist would make it look as though I had tangled with a swarm of mosquitoes and lost. Badly.
It’s not that I don’t think still about whether an exploration of diet might be worthwhile. I haven’t even shed all suspicion of the budesonide, and am just glad that I got to drop the PPIs which really made me wary. But the multiple positives for potential allergens, along with my Dad’s declining health last year, took all the wind out of my sails. Dairy I’ve already eliminated. Eggs in most forms. But the wheat, I think, would totally tip me over the edge, even if the rice, corn, apples, meats and everything else turned out to be non-issues. So, until the wind picks up again, it’s steady as she goes.
Now I wonder if I’ll find myself ever taking the plunge, or if I’ll get so comfortable with my steroids that I won’t even bother. There’s so little known about how these eosinophilic diseases evolve over time. Will my EGIDs always be with me? Will I still be around when something better comes along? Or will I one day retrieve my resolve and see if it’s my diet that’s making me sick?