Some might call it hocus-pocus, witchcraft or a scam. I call it a God send.
I went to see Phyllis a month ago today, she's known as the Native American woman who reads your eyes. Phyllis works in Sapulpa at Rock Creek Herb and Vitamin. She is some what of a legend around these parts. I heard about her probably two years ago and then again two weeks ago.
The nurse practitioner sent me down to the lab for blood work. The next day she called with alarming news. My prolactin, a hormone secreted in your pituitary glad, was extremely high. My level registered at 79 when the normal range tops out at 25. The nurse practitioner immediately demanded an ultrasound and MRI.
Your pituitary gland is behind your eye and "typically" the correlation between a very high prolactin level--- if you aren't pregnant nor breastfeeding--- can result in having a small brain tumor. After this news, my mom and I experienced terror and a breakdown.
My mother escorted me to the imaging center for my MRI a few days later. All I can remember is the absolutely disgusting drink you swallow and the knocking sound during the scan.
Thank. You. Jesus, nothing showed up on my MRI nor ultrasound.
Thousands of dollars, tears and time later, I never wanted to go back to the doctor again. The nurse practitioner said all we can do is monitor your prolactin level with repetitive blood tests.
Then in November of this year, I went back to the doctor. I asked the nurse practitioner to throw in the prolactin level in my blood work. Sure as hell, the level was still off the chart. Not as bad as last time. This time a 59. Like clock work, she scheduled another MRI. This time I wast going. Unfortunately, when you Google "signs of a pituitary tumor," you start believing and manifesting all the symptoms.
So I went to an endocrinologist (a specialized hormone doctor). The endocrinologist said there is absolutely nothing wrong with me, I just have an unexplainable high prolactin level.
So that lead me to finally take the trek down Highway 75 to Sapulpa. Right off a winding road, sits a tiny turquoise house with big miracles inside. The "healer" is Phyllis.
She looks into your eyes as you face a square window with sun shine coming through. Seconds later, Phyllis started writing in cursive on her small notepad with the store's label on top. She wrote: right adrenal, thyroid, colon, upper right lung, left kidney, left shoulder, blood and allergies. These are all categories out of whack in my body. Under these categories, Phyllis listed supplements I need to take.
Come to find out your adrenals control your hormones and since my right adrenal is overloaded, my hormones are out of whack. Your adrenals can be overloaded from stress--- look at my line or work--- and result in lack of energy, brain fog, memory loss, poor skin, and trouble sleeping.
I didn't tell Phyllis anything before she was done. When she hit on my allergies, she sealed the deal in making me a believer.
When I was only months old an allergist pricked and pried my skin to determine I'm allergic to wheat, corn, cow's milk and grass. We always assumed I grew out of those allergies. Negatory. That's the reason for 27 years I've had horrible skin and felt like I was wadding through mud to get up and the morning and complete a sentence when talking to someone. I kept putting junk in my body it rejects. Think of someone rubbing your arm with sandpaper constantly. Would you like that ? NO! Your insides don't either. That's exactly what food does to you when you are allergic to it, which results in inflammation and a highly acidic pH.
I now wake up every morning at 8:00, shake up a protein drink with all my supplements inside, and head to yoga. At work, I'm attentive and calm. The added bonus, my skin never looked so good and people notice!
Phyllis has rave reviews on Rock Creek's Facebook page. She told me people from all over the world come see her. The visit is free and she arrives to her "office" (an open room inside the store) at about 11:30 a.m. A dozen people are typically already lined up.