My response is a long one as it covers the whole being, not just the throat. Ive not experienced that particular issue.
I had a list as long as my arm of various diagnoses through the years. Struggled (and still do some days) with a shit ton of physical pain, was morbidly obese, suffered many digestive issues, many respiratory issues, muscular and skeletal issues, elimination issues, hormonal issues, on top of the professionally ignored ptsd issues in the mental health arena. I was assigned the arthritis, fibro, IBS, nervous stomach, bronchitis, various allergies, depression, peri-menopause, anxiety, and adhd diagnoses in my attempts to seek help, and was handed multiple prescriptions with each visit to try to mask the symptoms well enough to get me back to work, but never really had any help in those arenas to hash out the actual root causes or help empower me to no longer need to keep seeing them.
I was continually told test after test after test that they couldn't find anything specific indicating why my health was declining so f'n rapidly but was always strongly encouraged to keep coming back for a different prescription to see if that would help, and to simply get used to the decline in my health as it happens with age. I was pretty much bed ridden for quite a while. My blood work always came back "okay", my doc never mentioned my diet or my environment in any detail (even though I exceeded 300 pounds and was clearly and reportedly miserable), nothing ever seemed to be wrong according to all those damn tests, but I was still being labeled with so many things and being given pills that were apparently breaking down my innards even more. The doc never discussed that, either.
Then my gall bladder decided to make a trip to the er necessary, although, luckily, didn't have to be removed, and it scared me straight into finally trying to approach things totally differently, from the inside out, via my fork and consumption habits rather than continue to allow the random med trials that my body obviously couldn't handle. Overnight, I gave up meat, dairy, eggs, and highly processed and artificial foods I'd lived on my whole life.
I'd been gently nudged in that direction before, and had already switched to only local meats, dairy, and eggs, thinking it was a "cleaner" version, but still suffered with severe inflammation, brain fog, rapidly multiplying pains, severe mood swings, painful break outs, random rashes, etc., etc. and remained miserable more often than not, so I didn't feel I had anything to lose.
The gentle nudges had never worked for me with trying out the vegan scene, though, as I remained convinced I HAD to have meat and dairy to be healthy, just like the marketing campaigns and the schools said, not to mention all those damn alphabet agencies. I had become quite addicted to the tastes through the years, too. Then I learned more about plant-based nutrition and where all the animals were getting the stuff we supposedly couldn't get anywhere else but through them. Then I learned of the actual process each thing had to take to get to my plate. Oh hell no. Light bulb moments started happening like crazy and it all started finally making sense. I eliminated the middle man, so to speak. We've been misled and misfed our whole lives. Big time.
I eventually also ditched caffeine after learning more about my adrenal glands that were already taxed beyond belief from the fight or flight response I exist in, and gave up the little bit of alcohol I'd consume. I focused on hydration and nutrition and healthily eliminating what I was consuming. As I cleaned up my diet, my other senses became much more sensitive, especially my sense of smell. It increased a great deal when I gave up cigs many years ago, but was super sensitive now. Then I learned of endocrine disruptors in things we apply to our bodies, things we breathe in within our day in our homes and elsewhere, and learned to dissect food, hygiene product, and cleaning labels to see things for what they really are. They aren't required to be as thorough in their labeling practices, so much of what is in them remains a mystery, one I'm no longer willing to accept as being "safe" for my biology.
It's no wonder there's hardly a healthy human left, especially once you dig deep and connect the dots in the overall consumption arena to what's taking place in the food arena, the medical arena, then take a peek into the education arena and political arena. What a cluster f*ck. I no longer use artificial or highly processed anything or consume anything with animal products, to the best of my ability. Keeping it real and keeping it local as much as possible has given me my life and my mind back in more ways than I ever thought possible. It's also the most difficult and challenging thing I've ever done.
I've dropped over 100 lbs, and no longer have to take prescription meds for anything (knock on wood), but it required a drastic and total lifestyle change, that without the ongoing steady and reliable support of my husband and various healing practitioners willing to barter, would not have been possible in my world. I still suffer with things, and know it's just a part of my journey, but I no longer feel like I'm suffocating within myself as I did before.
Sorry for the ramble, but I remember how lost and incredibly frustrated I felt in trying to find answers and relief in all the typical places, and my greatest help ended up arriving in all the not-so-typical ways. My breath and my fork became my two greatest foundational therapeutic tools for both my physical and mental struggles. Who knew? I never used to think twice about either. I hope it's helpful in some way. Best wishes in finding answers and relief.
