Development: I’ve been seeing a naturopath for help with the GAD (which is the generalised anxiety disorder wot I have).
The picture on the left is my blood sample from the first visit and shows a very poorly leukocyte (white blood cell) looking like a sad, immovable milky vomit on the screen. They make up your immune system but in my case there a) weren’t very many and b) the ones there that could be found looked like this character. The apparent galaxy of stars where this drama plays out is actually fat in my bloodstream ’cause I’d had a big peanut butter sandwich about half an hour earlier. The other round things are the red blood cells which aren’t doing too badly.
Anxiety lowers your immune system but in turn a low immune system leaves you feeling kinda crappy and more prone to anxiety. It’s a yucky, yucky, yucky cycle.
The picture on the right is my sample after only two weeks treatment. I’d been feeling better generally in body AND mind and look what has happened: more leukocytes, good looking ones too and they are really active. I watched them live onscreen getting busy and moving around looking for crap to mop up (I even shot a little video). The milk-vomit guy just sat there. Miserable sod. With my natural gift for anthropomorphising everything I can even see that my leukocytes have happy little faces now.
My naturopath and I cheered them on.