Unqualified Prescribers

I think people should stick with what they know.

People think their medicine wo/man is trained in all disciplines, understands all fields of healing and can get them well. Little do they know…just how little these paragons of hoped for knowledge really know. Some of these doctors don’t seem to have read to the end of the side effects section in The Physician’s Desk Reference for the drugs that they prescribe to control, or hide symptoms.

Why would I suspect such a thing?

When I complain about a symptom and doctors don’t recognize my complaint as a side effect of the drug they’ve been prescribing, it disillusions me. One doctor having a bad day can be excused at least once. But what happens when doctor after doctor looks as innocent as a spring lamb eating lettuce in relation to what s/he has set in motion? It’s not reassuring and they want me to trust them?

It’s enough to make me call the pharmacy and tell them to hold the filling of that prescription until I call and ask for it to be filled. Next I want to Google the side effects of that drug and read several sites and see how those side effects sit with me and my condition.

If you think that little info sheet the pharmacy hands out with your prescription lists all the side effects, you are sadly mistaken, my friend. If it listed all the side effects you might very well decide to forget taking that as an option for feeling better.

You may want to get your second opinion from some one in a different healing discipline….Some one who did not go to medical school where the medicine companies and their ideas are in control.

Before you ask a medical doctor about a nutritional/herbal solution to your physical dilemma (Notice, I said physical, not medical) ask what training s/he has had in Nutrition or whatever the field…what percentage of over-all training time in class would that be and what was the attitude of his/her instructor(s).

What if s/he had one lecture? Then s/he’s way outside her/his field of credible knowledge and perhaps prescribing at levels that compromise your health.

What if your doctor prefers coumadin to green vegetables? What if s/he doesn’t know that nattokinase even exists, but still thinks coumadin is the answer to thinning your blood? Some of them are really hooked on baby aspirins as a solution to blood problems. I thought seriously about that and dropped the idea after researching how it works and doesn't work. If you’re smart enough and know enough, or are willing to learn, you can say "No," to what you disagree with as a form of treatment. Giving up vegetables to take a poison is not smart…and the reasoning is that some veggies that cause high fibrin production could thicken your blood, too much and undo the thinning effect of the coumadin. Does that make sense to you to stop eating ALL green vegetables because some green vegetables are high in fibrin production? It makes sense in the medical thought pattern…

Humans are designed to eat food, not medicine. Medicine is only for when you mess up with your food choices and get sick. Medicine should help you feel better until you find out how to eat yourseslf well. People have gotten well without either medicine or miracles. That makes you think, doesn’t it?

So you’re taking calcium/magnesium for your bones, you think, but then the doctor says you need vitamin D, too and he wades in with megadoses of it so you don’t get osteoporosis, 30,000 International Units, no less, he thinks. You won’t get Rickets if you get 400IU per day. Too much vitamin D is not good for you. It can compromise your liver, kidneys and your heart, among other things. High doses are not good for those with suppressed bile production because of compromised liver function or challenged kidney function. Then, if your heart develops an arrhythmia, they’ll probably want to pop in a pacemaker and then watch your life change due to the precautions required with that stitched into your chest. They can have you in an ambulance and whizzing down the highway to the pacemaker pop-in depot faster than you can Google “excess vitamin D symptoms” on your blackberry, if you thought to take it with you.

I’m a great fan of Dr. Google. That’s where I go to find out what my real-life doctor knows about what s/he’s prescribing for me to swallow.

I’d like to get a good biochemist on my team. That’s the best option I can think of to get the advice I need to minimize side effects by correction of nutritional shortfalls, or excesses.
I need a good explanation of how the prescribed medicine works after I swallow it and I'm not finding that to date.

If someone is going to prescribe me a whopping big dose of any nutrient, they’d better have a good background of knowledge and training to support what they think is appropriate to prescribe.

I’ve seen what trusting gets me and I don’t like it. Too much of a good thing can kill a person, or seriously compromise their health and savings, even in Canada.

Be very careful about whom you trust. Thinking that someone must know, does not mean that s/he does know.

Itch! Itch! Scratch! Rub!

I’m itchy again. My lower right arm is driving me crazy. Now it’s all red and angry looking. I was just trying to help when I scratched it. It had my attention.

I rubbed sea buckthorn oil hand lotion on it. That usually works and I have several tubes of it. Not this time, though.

I rubbed oil from a punctured seabuckthorn oil capsule on it. Still itchy. I rubbed Vick’s Vapo Rub on it. Still itchy. Vick’s stops one’s attention to insect bites, even bee stings in a matter of seconds. It did not work for this itch.

I’d just been reading about medication for itching. No thanks to that route, if at all possible. Thank goodness it was Saturday, not the most popular day for prescription writing. And just as well. I was really do-something-drastic-about-it-now itchy.

Then I noticed some aloe vera activator (finely filtered aloe juice…it looks like water and does wonders for ear aches, sore eyes and runny noses etc, even itchy spots.)

But I wanted Aloe Vera Gelly, thicker and much more viscous than the juice but de-pulped. It’s ready in a tube to be rubbed on and form a film in five minutes or less, over the affected area…my lower arm.

Ahhhh! That felt good. It lasted for nearly twelve hours before that itchy little tingle came back and I had to apply it again.

It’s like a band-aid but it’s not waterproof so your skin can breath.

Yeah! Aloe Vera!

Working Harder And Smarter

Kudos to Dr. Oz for featuring Jenny Hein, who designed Squeeze It In Workshop, the genius household exercises. You addicted multi-taskers may choose to think of this as multitasking if you have to think that way in order to get some exercise in.
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We’ve been working smarter, not harder and look where that idea got us. We don’t use enough energy to eat tasty, satisfying food to get the nutrition we need.

There we are blimped out in our easy chairs that are not so easy to get in and out of any more and we’re multitasking and delegating our fat little heads off.

Our thighs are chafed. Our liver is screaming, “Enough, with the fat all ready. Stay away from that stupid drive-through, will you? You sit there in line inhaling carbon monoxide and I’m supposed to clear that out and deal with the fat, too. Well, I’m too out of shape to do it, anymore, so get your smarts on and do something before I secumb to Cirrhosis, here. Are you listening, Oh, Great Multi-Tasker, O Doer of Many Things at Once. Heh, Multi! Give me a break. Trash that individual tub of margarine that the Golden Arches pawns off as butter. Who needs grease on her muffin? Check a recipe. There is grease in the thing already. And if you’re sitting in Regina ready to butter a do-nut, don’t do it. I’m too fat already This is your liver speaking and you’d better get on the program. Moving your chosen arm toward your mouth is not enough exercise.
Got that? Well, get up and shake your, bootie, you potentially cute thing, you.

Let’s get some excitement going here.

How about a good belly dance between mouthfuls? Do the Activia Shake Down. Stop acting like a busboy and taking one big heap of dishes to the dishwasher. Take them one by one and set the dining room table far from the kitchen. Get over this convenience hangup we’ve swallowed. See how many trips to the kitchen it can take and make those trips energetic, rhythmic and fun.

Work off what you ate. At least rev up your metabolism, get some blood flowing and some oxygen circulating.

Now, do the family dance. Make it break dancing, if you want. Just, please no shattered glass. The most energetic and most artistic and original family member wins the reward.
And it had better not be stuffing his or her face. How about a prize ribbon on their door, an extra half hour on the computer…the right to video the next night’s creative endeavors in home keeping?”

If you do lunges with your vacuum, or plies with your hairdryer, or the salad spinner, or whatever…there will be more time together when you’re not dashing off to the gym to use electricity to exercise there.

Get good at this Home Slimming Plan fast and you can be a consultant for others, demonstrate to various groups who might be interested, run a one day course through your local Community College, rent a space and run your own course, or consult as a family trainer. Put a video together and put it up on YouTube. Make a longer video and sell it with a manual.

PR is fun. Put it to work for you in marketing this change of direction in thinking and family creativity and exercise. Involve your kids in the training. That would look super on their resume.

Winter, is pretty good too, exercise-wise. I like to shovel snow. I get to go outside and throw stuff around with out being bitten by insects. It’s too cold for bugs right now.
I’ve got to come up with a good insecticide that my liver can deal with for spring when this fluffy white opportunity for exercise goes away.
I know, I don’t eat the insecticide, but what you put on your skin gets absorbed and guess who/what gets to deal with the toxins.
Right on! Louie the Liver gets the whole mess in to deal with and Louie’s tired of all that crap coming at him. He’s just too fat and he’ just too tired.
Smart people…(previously) not me, are nice to Louie before that happens.

How smart are you?

Get moving!

Kitchen Farming

I set out to landscape the kitchen counter. The backsplash was variegated black before. It didn’t reflect enough light, although it looked gorgeous. So I went Green and painted the backsplash a gorgeous, satiny, punchy pink with some mauve overtones. Then I had to re-landscape the counter. All this Green thinking got me inspired to start farming as part of the landscape.
Driving seventy miles to the city, in the winter to get dandelions and watercress is not all it’s cracked up to be now that my eyes are sensitive to light and sunshine on snow really makes me squint. Not good for my wrinkles, all this squinting.
I think I may go back to farming. I’ve already got a little 4” by 10” windowsill field set up with garden cress and dandelions as the crop to harvest.
Next I’m going to sprout some clover and alfalfa in jars with plastic strainer lids. Maybe not. Those seeds are pretty dinky. I’d better get some old panty hose to cover the jar top so the seeds don’t get rinsed away.
I have to soak the seeds overnight and rinse and then drain them three times every 24 hours
When I get that to work, I’ll sprout some beans and see how that affects their ability to terrify my digestive tract. I would love to make a Mock Chicken Loaf which has a mashed bean and bread dressing mixed with an egg to glue it together. It tastes great hot or cold, but it’s quite gassy. I’m hoping that sprouting deals with that problem. Some sprouted wheat bread could be fun, too.
I have no illusions that I’m going to be eating food within a hundred-mile radius. I’ve got this concept down to 20 feet from place of growth to dining room table. But, the seed comes from somewhere else and not within a hundred miles, either.
I’m not getting watercress, but garden cress is quite similar in nutrients and the chlorophyll is great. I can see that learning to farm in a new way can solve a lot of nutritional problems as well as being very economical. I can put the money I save on shopping trips to the city toward an ionic footbath.
Should I call myself a kitchen counter farmer, or an organic chef with a vertical food production system?
But first, I’d better find the panty hose. And those seeds that I bought last spring at the health food store.

Come and BYOF

Come and BYOF. We’re having a party.
F?
BYOB, I understand. If I’m going to drink, you’re not going to be responsible for my behaviour.
OK by me. I’m not addicted to spirits and Ginger ale without artificial sweeteners is what I prefer. I can do that.
But, what’s this BYOF deal?
Food? Bring my own food? This is a party and I bring my own food?
Yes, it’s a party. I can’t eat gluten.
I can’t eat eggs or dairy.
I can’t deal with salt.
Spices are my problem.
I don’t eat meat.
I don’t do shell fish.
I can’t have nuts.
I can’t have vinegar.
I was going to do potluck but we might all wind up in emerge so this is a new version of potluck…a plate party. We all bring our own plate of food. That way we can have a safe party where we enjoy each other instead grilling everybody about the contents of every food in every bowl and then obsessing about every mouthful of food we take.
All that international and creative cuisine was wonderful while it lasted.
And maybe the plant engineering went well in the lab, although it’s really compromising the canary people who may just be the tip of the iceberg where food intolerances and allergies are concerned.
Next Friday there is another potluck, but will I opt to bring my own plate?
And maybe some goodies for the brave and insensitive, so I can augment my plate if I see something I think will not compromise my comfort and fun.

She Coughed On Me!

In flu season, I stay away from buffets and assigned seat venues which means no theatre and a few other things, as well. I don’t want to wind up sitting beside someone who is coughing and sneezing and who may have left his deathbed because he’d spent the money on a ticket that entitled him to sit right beside me.

I also avoid germy kids and kids are germy from school’s start to school’s end practically. That cuts down on some fun, because they do the cutest things.

Given all these things I don't do to avoid winter sniffles and worse, I was taken aback when my doctor who sits with her knees right against my chair while she is giving me a nutrient injection which goes on for a few minutes, suddenly coughed a nasty rattling cough. She caught some of the germs in her hand and went right on with the injection using her germy hand.

What to do? Confront her? I knew I’d say something we’d probably both regret.
Call ahead next time and ask if she’s coughing, or otherwise infected?
That might be a good idea.

I’m hoping for an even better idea.

If I’m going to wander around without vaccines while I have a challenged immune system, I’d better behave responsibly and take care of my self.

Seven hours later I had a scratchy throat and a fever was building.

Yikes!

I hadn’t had a cold in years and I didn’t want one now.
So…I got myself a Vitamen C zinc lozenge with lemon flavour. Yummy.
Then I set up my frequency generator, programmed in a healing frequency of 47.7 and let it run for half an hour while I sat there with my feet on a wet paper towel on a metal tray. I was holding a wet tissue wrapped copper pipe in my hands. I also programmed in some immune stimulation frequencies and come cold and flu frequencies. I watched TV for a couple of hours. What else could I do with all my extremities busy with the Frequency Generator?

The Frequency Generator is a computerized zapper. Various designs of these gizmos were used by Beck, Rife and Hulda Clark.
I wish I had been a better shopper and got the type that lets you do other things while the zapper is fastened to the feet and wrists. http://www.bestzapper.com

Only at very low frequencies does one feel a faint buzz while holding the pipe. It’s certainly not uncomfortable although the sitting time is very inconvenient. Of, course being sick is even more inconvenient and taking medicine is anathema to my liver. so it’s best to sit and hang on…until I can afford the freedom model FG from Arthur Doerksen.

There are more ways than medicine to help one’s self feel better.

Now, since I’ve been professionally coughed on, I particularly like knowing that I avoided the cough that the doctor got.

I’ll probably still call and ask about the coughs and sniffles before my January appointment because sitting around for two hours watching TV while I get zapped with this dinosaur Frequency Generator does not thrill me.

H1N1 Vaccination or Not?

Last Monday, I asked the Nurse Practitioner if it was possible to get the non-adjuvant vaccine so I had some protection for me against the flu and for my liver against the vaccine.

That seemed to be a foreign concept. “Why would you want that? You’re not pregnant.”

I pointed out that I looked like I was pregnant and what I really wanted was a form of vaccine that I thought my compromised immune system could deal with.

She looked less than impressed.

I probably looked less than impressed, as well.

I got sent to see the Public Health people who were adamant about their rules and wanted to make an appointment for me for the regular vaccine.

I told them that I’d pass on their regular vaccine idea and I wasn’t that impressed with our method of healthcare and having decisions made for me by people who did not have a clue about what I was trying to do.

I would have cheerfully paid for what I wanted, but we have this. ‘Money won’t get you to the head of the line,’ idea, here in Canada. In other words you do it their way who ever THEY are and however little they make know about the personal ramifications of the rules they make.

So. I’ve still got my money and they’ve still got the vaccine.

I have no plans to get pregnant just to get the kind of H1N1 vaccine I want.

I'm not a fan of vaccines and their preservatives.

Medical Bullies

Long ago, before the Internet, it was not so easy to get information on health and diseases and how to care for a person with a disease.

To get in on the Know, you either had to be in the business, or a professional who had paid good money and several life years to find out the secrets that the elders of the profession passed down.

The innocent/ignorant of the facts patient would come, or be brought after much suffering, have some tests, get a blood pressure reading and a prescription to take to the drug store.

It was simply unheard of that the patient might not take the drug that was prescribed. They trusted the doctor. Most of them did. Doctors were used to patients trusting them.
It was pretty unnerving the first time a patient said something about that crazy Internet thing. Nothing good could be on that invention. That sort of behaviour simply had to be stopped.

That was easier thought than done.

Once something like the Internet starts, it’s soon on a roll.

Nothing was ever the same again.
The “patients” became clients and wanted answers for what they had read that they didn’t understand. Sometimes the doctor had never heard of what they were asking, but would s/he admit that?

No! It was much easier to get huffy. Some disrespectful things have been said by some doctors who would like to turn back the hands of time.
Interpersonal respect has left the office sometimes in both directions, simultaneously.
My plumber, my electrician, or my carpenter would not act so uncouthly. They’re either really nice, or they know how they get paid.

So what! You’re a heart specialist! Big deal! Yes, I know the heart is really an exciting organ that you can actually see and hear doing things. Instrument makers devised stethoscopes and all manner of gadgets and machines to profit while you pursue your interest in the heart.

However, no one’s heart is an island.

If there is something wrong with the heart, it likely started somewhere else…like your mouth where you swallowed things; foods, drinks and toxic chemicals that compromised your liver so that it could not carry out the 500 or so functions it’s supposed to process for optimum health of all parts of the body including the heart and circulatory system.
Some of us eat too much of some things and not enough of others, so that we are nutritionally out of balance and our cells become challenged due to lack of suitable sustenance.

Doctors like gizmos like stents and pacemakers. They like bypasses. Transplants excite them, too. But Statin drugs can really put them in a tizzy, especially if a client has the temerity to mention that they read on the Internet what happened to others who took those medicines.

Dear! Dear! Dear!

And then things get said that can make a polite person feel bullied.

Here’s another opinion, from a client, not a doctor. I’m not asking you to trust me.
I think it’s good to have a passionate advocate for your heart. But!

You are the World Expert on YOU. All of you, not just one organ the size of your fist.

If you fix one organ in a way that has side effects that wreck other organs, you may wish you’d either never fixed that part of you, or else you’d done it in a safer way that did not compromise the future quality of your life.

Keep looking until you find a treatment mode, or a medicine, or nutrient that you are comfortable with. Obviously the ‘keep looking’ idea is not going to work if you are having a heart attack, or some other emergency that requires immediate help.

You are the CEO of YOU. That means you get to decide what will be done after getting input from professionals some of whom may be more passionate than others.

Something to think about:
Giving in to tantrums can create, or empower bullies.

Giving in to bullies results in resentment and loss of self-respect. This sets off a negative chemical cascade in your body that further threatens your well-being. Don’t do something because you feel threatened, but don’t refuse good advice just because it was offered disrespectfully.