They’ve messed with my head so badly, the VA acts like it’s all in my mind. The fear of being dismissed again keeps me from going back to the hospital, even though I’m much worse. You can’t deny what’s happening to me, but I’m exhausted from being told I’m crazy, from being put down. One hospital even refused to admit me unless I went through mental health first. All I asked for was an MRI on my hands and knees! The VA just said, “Why? There’s nothing wrong with you.” I even tried reverse psychology, saying, “If nothing’s wrong, prove it to me!”
I’m in terrible shape now, going on two and a half years of this. I’ve been treated with ivermectin three times, but if you research ascariasis – and maybe I need a specialized worm doctor – you’ll see that if you don’t surgically remove the females, which can grow up to two feet long and as thick as a quarter, you’ll never get rid of it. They say the females produce 200,000 eggs a day! Each female in my body feels like they’re trying to escape. I don’t blame them; it hurts.
I’ve never had acne or bumps, and I can’t stand picking at things, but the pressure is unbearable. If you don’t get some relief from this pressure, you’ll go insane. All it takes is an MRI, a sonogram, or an x-ray, but they refuse. There’s no doubt in my mind – you can see what’s going on. They’re everywhere, starting from my head, all over my scalp, my ears, the side of my head, my breasts, under my arms, my arms, my legs.
Surgical removal is the only thing that’s given me any relief, just digging them out myself. It’s been so painful. You can look up ascariasis online; supposedly, there are tests and cures available, but they cost $200-$300, money I don’t have as a disabled veteran.
I hope sharing this helps you feel less alone. God bless you. Saying that about kills me because I feel like I’m in purgatory. I have no family, no husband anymore, no one. I’m alone in all of this. That’s why they’ve been able to treat me this way – because there’s no family fighting to find out what’s wrong. But know that I’m here in purgatory with you, darling, and we both know hell is worse, but I’m not sure it’s going to be much different. God bless you, sweetheart. I wish He would bless me.
I’ve even wondered if this is an actual curse someone put on me because I’m not contagious. Even my dog, my baby, who got run over recently, seemed to have something similar, but he wasn’t contagious either. Good luck to us both.
