happy (belated) metronidazole day!

Oh, I missed the date! I was intending to celebrate my metronidazole prescription on January 9th.

My health has improved a lot during the past year since this potent drug ended my decade-long infection by unknown critters, although I suspect it was amoebas since I ingested various bacterial antibiotics during the last decade and they had no effect on this infection.  Regardless, I clearly do not have Multiple Sclerosis, as I previously thought because my nerve damage progression over the years matched that of MS.  I'm still waiting for my general energy to get back to earlier levels.  I'm still taking mega-doses of B12 to encourage remyelination of my damaged nerve sheaths.  So far, it seems to be working great.

• The muscle cramps haven't happened in so long, I can't even remember when the last one occurred.
• The muscle twitches still exist, but they are greatly reduced in size, duration, and frequency.
• I haven't nearly-tripped in ages while walking on flat surface.

I don't normally curse, since some words retain their importance only when used sparingly.  I am happy to take this opportunity, however, to give a very deep and heartfelt FUCK YOU to the following doctors:

• The gastroenterologist ten years ago who joked "That's a lot of shit!" (and tried to argue with me that I couldn't possibly be autistic because I can speak normally) after receiving the test results when I shit into a plastic bottle for 3 days straight and the test results showed that it was basically all water with no "formation".  He never gave me any diagnosis, and nothing ever got solved.
• The generalist who told me, "No, I wouldn't even know where to arrange such a very old test" after I went to him with a specific test from a CDC webpage that I wanted performed because it would have told me specifically that my problem was B12 absorption, therefore excluding multiple sclerosis as the likely cause of my progressing nerve damage.  He also told me "No, I don't like to give B12 injection to people just because they want an energy boost", when I asked for that too.  He said my serum B12 hadn't yet reached the clinical definition of low B12 (although it was close), so I didn't really need the B12 yet.
• The neurologist who told me "Come back when you're falling down" because the nerve damage hadn't yet reached a point of irreversible damage and disability.

My thanks to the gastroenterologist who gave me the potent and toxic metronidazole as an afterthought.  It cured the infection that nobody else could identify.  I'm finally getting better instead of worse.