I’m pretty sure the people who know me in real life already suspected that. I mean, after all, I had my brain nuked. (I had gamma knife brain surgery for an arteriovenous malformation back in 2004.) I was working at a science museum with a bunch of other nerds, and my boss was convinced I was going to turn into the Hulk.
But aside from my freaky mutant gamma-radiated brain, I also now have proof that I’m a genetic mutant.
My psychiatrist has been trying to find physiological causes for my intractable depression, so I’ve been getting a ton of lab work done. The latest showed that I have a double-recessive mutation of the MTHFR gene. It means my body can’t process folic acid, which can lead to (among other things) intractable depression.
There’s a med to treat this, Deplin. It’s L-methylfolate, which is the active form of folic acid. Unfortunately, my Part D insurer is being stupid and refusing to pay for it, even though my psychiatrist faxed them the labs that prove I’m a genetic mutant. You’d think they’d want to treat it so I don’t turn into some psycho comic book antihero, but apparently they don’t read comics. You can get L-methylfolate as a supplement, but it’s only slightly cheaper to buy it that way than to pay out of pocket for Deplin. I’m looking into prescription assistance programs that might make the Deplin cheaper.
Maybe once I figure out how to pay for it and start taking it, it will help. I really hope so. I’m sick of depression.
(PS: Am I the only one who thinks MTHFR looks a lot like a certain swear word? I am a MUTANT, MTHFR!)