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In late 2014, I started to get sick. I was increasingly exhausted and run down all the time. I& #39;d sweat in virtually any situation involving movement of any kind. My head hurt; I had brain fog; I started forgetting random things; I couldn& #39;t think clearly. https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/jun/17/uk-ministers-order-urgent-vitamin-d-coronavirus-review">https://www.theguardian.com/world/202...
So I organised comprehensive - or so I thought - blood tests... which found nothing. The one good thing was the doctor I saw afterwards didn& #39;t say "there& #39;s nothing wrong with you - off you go", but was baffled and concerned. He sat with me trying and failing to figure it out.
Doctors kept trying, kept failing... while I was finding my work harder and harder and decided to return to the UK. On my arrival, I knew I didn& #39;t want to be there - Britain wasn& #39;t my home any more, and was an even worse Tory infested cesspit than when I& #39;d left in 2012.
But all I could do was rest. I registered at the local GP practice, took more blood tests... and again, nothing. By this point, I& #39;d started wondering if I& #39;d ever get better.
Then, suddenly, my old boss in Uruguay suggested depression.
Then, suddenly, my old boss in Uruguay suggested depression.
This didn& #39;t *fit* as far as I was concerned. I& #39;d had depression in the past - and the symptoms I had were very different. But I was certainly anxious; very anxious. So I went to the doctor, asked for anti-anxiety meds... and she had a sudden brainwave.
Vitamin D tests.
Vitamin D tests.
For some completely unfathomable reason, the blood tests I& #39;d taken in Uruguay hadn& #39;t tested for Vitamin D; nor had those I& #39;d taken in the UK. The results showed an ENORMOUS deficiency: incredibly low levels. So I was given powerful supplements and Citalopram.
From which point, I started to get better... and returned here, full of energy at last, to resume my life a couple of months later.
Talking to people since, I& #39;ve come across others who thought they had depression when in fact, it was Vitamin D deficiency.
Talking to people since, I& #39;ve come across others who thought they had depression when in fact, it was Vitamin D deficiency.
I cannot understand why the public and doctors alike are so oblivious regarding the benefits of Vitamin D - and how, in a world of more and more people working long into the night, lack of it can do horrible harm.
I treat it as an essential now. It keeps me well.
I treat it as an essential now. It keeps me well.
