What I normally do when I have a question about medicine, or health, or organic chemistry for that matter, is call my younger sister.  She’s a veterinarian and a maniac for knowing anything medical, the more obscure and subtle, the better.  She’ll stay up long hours on the phone with me, answering all my questions, teaching me whatever I want to know.  She’s got a gift for teaching the complicated subtle stuff, and for seeing the connections between an odd constellation of symptoms and the cause. I’m sure what’s going on with me is a crisis, despite the fact that the doctors are mostly unimpressed.  You know the docs, I mentioned them… the “You’re not dying. Go home” docs. What I should do is just pick up the phone and call my veterinary sis. I should tell her about my symptoms and ask her what she thinks the problem is.  Especially since…

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