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2. Thailand


Let’s rewind to November 2016, when I first arrived in Chiang Mai, Thailand. I was loving the city and my new life as I had wanted to get out of the US for awhile. I was meeting a lot of great people and having an amazing time.

Then my online business started doing really well, and I was making a lot of money in a very short amount of time. Unfortunately this gave me an ego, something that I’ve never experienced before.

I started getting careless, and ended up crashing my motorbike on Songkran. This was the start of my downfall, and I couldn’t walk for a few weeks. During this time I ended up getting a UTI (or so I thought) and was peeing about 20 times a day.


I was prescribed antibiotics but the problem didn’t go away, in fact it got worse. The doctors had no idea and they just kept giving me different antibiotics.

The last antibiotic they gave me was Bactrim (a sulfa compound), in July 2017.

Five minutes after taking it I thought I was going to die. It was horrific reaction that lasted about 3 days. But it wasn’t over. I was left with blurry vision, derealization, and the previous frequent urination problem.

At that point I knew I was fucked. I’ve always been afraid of permanent side effects, and my worst fear came true.


The next few months I took the medical research into my own hands. I took a trip to the Philippines to a see a specialist who diagnosed my urination problem as Candida. I didn’t know that guys could get yeast infections, and the problem cleared up quickly with some fluconazole.

But I was still left with the lasting side effects from the Bactrim. Many people online reported having a bad reaction, but I couldn’t find any stories of lasting side effects after stopping the drug.

The lack of a solution left me very depressed, as I just wanted to be healthy again and have my life back.

Towards the end of 2017 and early 2018, I started developing more symptoms; food sensitivity, light sensitivity, skin rashes, tinnitus. Then the brain symptoms began. I couldn’t trust my thoughts anymore. It was like I had no control over my mind, and I kept changing decisions every 30 minutes.

I was so over it. I kept telling myself that this couldn’t possibly get any worse, and it always did.


Continue to Chapter 3 – Answers