The day I couldn't wash a pan

For years I had burning pain in strange places.

It started in the balls of my feet. Both sides. Then it spread. My shoulder. Then my wrists.

That last one was a problem.

I was a professional guitarist. Twenty years in. Classical, flamenco, jazz and rock — all demand a left wrist bent into positions most people's wrists don't continuously require. The pain crept in slowly, then it wasn't slow anymore. Range of motion started disappearing. First the left. Then the right, which got worse than the left. Burning. Swollen. Stiff.

You cannot perform flamenco with a wrist that won't move.

I remember the moment it became impossible to ignore.

My first daughter had just been born. I was standing at the sink trying to wash a pan. I couldn't hold it. Not above the sink. Not in the sink. The weight of a wet pan was too much for my wrist to bear.

I put it down.

And I had this very quiet, very bleak thought: Is this it? Is this just how it goes from here?

Music had been my first love. Performance was my identity. And I was 30-something years old standing in a kitchen unable to wash dishes.

That was the moment something inside me decided I was going to find an answer.

The first thing that worked was Lauricidin.

I'd been searching, reading, trying things. Most of it did nothing. Then I came across monolaurin — the active compound in coconut-derived medium-chain glycerol monolaurate. Sold under the brand name Lauricidin.

I started taking it.

The pain went away.

For the first time in years, I could move my wrists without burning. I thought I had found a miracle. And in a way, I had — Lauricidin is one of those quiet, underused tools that does real work in the body when the underlying mechanism matches.

It worked beautifully for an extended period. Years.

But I was still trying to understand why it had hurt in the first place.

That curiosity is what eventually pushed me into my doctorate. I went into clinical training partly thinking I'd find the answer there.

I didn't. Not entirely. The medical model I trained in had vocabulary for what I was experiencing, but not a framework that actually resolved it.

Years later the pain crept back. By then I had tools the younger version of me didn't — Physioprotease enzymes (now sold under the brand Proenzol), targeted dietary work, and a deeper understanding of the underlying mechanism that had been driving everything from the start.

I won't get into the full explanation today. That's a longer piece, and frankly it's the spine of the book I'm writing.

But here's what I can tell you:

At 56, I'm pain-free. No burning feet. No swollen wrists. No bleak kitchen moments.

The path didn't come from medicine. It came from refusing to accept "this is just how it goes" and following the question wherever it led.

If your body is doing something strange and the medical workup keeps coming back clean — you're not crazy. You're standing where I was standing. The mechanism is real even when the labs are quiet.

Lauricidin was where my path started. It's not the whole answer for everyone, but for a lot of people it's the first thing that actually moves the needle. Widely available, well-tolerated, and clinically meaningful in the right context.

I carry it in the store because I keep recommending it to patients and family — at thin margin, more as a service than a sale. If your story sounds anything like mine, it's a reasonable place to begin asking better questions of your body.

Lauricidin — at MTB

— Dr. Lorn