I hadn't been to the VA in Austin since 2011. But I went last week to find out why I am pissing blood and get a viral load count test to see if the protocol I am using on Hep C is working. I got the test results today. No blood in my urine. Kidneys look slightly stressed but strong. All of my liver enzymes except ALT were NORMAL!!!! And ALT was only 53. It has to be under 40 to fall in the normal range. She said just taking a couple of Tylenol can shoot it up to 53, so that was not a big deal. I thanked her and told her I wanted to hug her and danced a jig. She said, "Don't thank me! You are the one who did it! I don't know how you did it, but you did it! I am just glad I could give you the good news for Christmas."

I am going to a different VA clinic than I went to last time I tried to get a viral load count test, and this doctor is much more respectful of what I am doing. I told her I have been taking colloidal silver to keep my viral load count down for 10 years and I am worried about turning blue. I told her I wanted to get a viral load count test done to see how well the CS is working. She ordered one. Long story shortened, she agreed to everything I wanted, and made some suggestions of other things too, which I agreed to. But she did not try to push drugs to me. They offered me a flu shot and a tetanus shot, and I apologetically declined. But they told me there was no need to apologize, it was perfectly fine for me to decline them if that is my preference. It was a stark contrast to the other clinic I stopped going to in 2011. Over there...

The Liver doctor told me that I really really needed to let them treat the Hep C because it would destroy my kidneys if I didn't, and that would be tragic. When I told her that I would like to try natural remedies first and monitor my progress with herbs she said, "They won't work! There is no cure!" I leaned forward and said, "How much do you want to bet?" Fire flashed in her eyes and she said, "You need a colonoscopy!" I said, "Well let's schedule one then!" That pissed her off too, and she never did it. But it didn't stop there. She kept after me to get treated. I said, "If there is no cure, why should I make myself miserable with those shots that are going to make me feel like I have the flu and make my hair fall out?" She said "We can manage it and make you comfortable!" I refused. She was frustrated. She also wanted to give me a flu shot, a tetanus shot, and a Hepatitis B shot. But I declined. She said Hepatitis B would kill me. I told her I wasn't planning on catching it. Her frustration tolerance was being tested. To make a long story short, I was called "noncompliant" and told there was another clinic on the other side of town that I would like better.

Indeed I do. These people are much more frugal with the medications. They don't even really seem to be interested in dispensing them. The doctors at the other clinic are a bunch of drug pushers. They wanted to put me on pain meds, antidepressants, vaccinations, heart medication, inhalers and interferon. What I requested was enough albendazole to get rid of pinworms and something for a vaginal infection. She told me I didn't have either one, despite the fact that my butt was itching, my pussy juice was green, it smelled bad, and itched.

I had to keep sticking a clove of garlic up my ass to make the butt itch stop and craft a concoction of herbs for my vagina to get rid of the green slime that my supposedly virgin boyfriend deposited.