Oh to be 100 years old. How nice would that be?
I went to the birthday party of Mrs. Nichols, who turned 100 earlier this week. She is still fully cognizant. She hates taking medicine and often discards what is prescribed to her when she reads about the side effects. She is zesty and has an appetite for good food. She has friends of many ages, though most of the people she knows are younger than she is. She is close to her nephew’s family (his children and grandchildren) as her son passed away without having children of his own. She has had tons of adventures in her life and still has strong opinions about everything.
Mrs. Nichols turns 100 years old
Sometimes when I’m tired and can’t concentrate on anything in front of me, I think about how much I want to live a long life. I’m 36 years old, and for the second time in my life, I’m in the midst of a very long time-out. There are so many things I want to do and try, adventures I want to have, books I want to write, songs I want to dance to. I’d like to have a grand love affair and a family of my own.
Instead, I’m interactively learning about the human body, it’s frailties and vulnerabilities, it’s amazing capacity to heal and regenerate. These aren’t bad things to know. I’d rather have read about them than experienced them. I guess this, too, is an adventure of sorts.
I’ve learned to slow down a lot. There are things that have to be done by certain deadlines. I do my best to meet those deadlines. Everything else gets done when I have energy and free attention. (Pain tends to suck up all my attention sometimes.)
Given how much my body has been through, I’m not so sure I’ll make it to 100. In the meantime, I try to make every day count, even the crappy ones when I’m stuck in bed. I love people fiercely and stay connected to my friends and family. I read and learn about things that interest me. I try to say yes to whatever I can handle. And I take plenty of time to rest and think. Not bad for someone in my condition.
Cat Sitting
Today, my latest guest arrived. Frodo is a black and white tuxedo cat hanging out at my apartment for the week. He is providing welcome company. All my friends are out of town this weekend, as are my parents. I like when he squeaks at me. I had to do a double take when he was walking back and forth in front of my couch as I petted him. He could smell the previous feline occupants and was hissing and growling at the creatures he could smell but not see.
Coiling
I’ve been coiling my liver rather than my chest for Babesia these past few days. I’m not really sure about what’s going on with my heart, and I’m trying to go easy on it. The downside is that I don’t get to do my ribcage that way.
Meanwhile, I think it’s time for a Lyme treatment. The last one was August 2. That’s way too long ago. I’m trying to shorten the time in between to 6-8 days. But I had to be respectful of my body’s reaction to the homeopathic remedy. That’s been doing a number on me and I just couldn’t imagine adding a Lyme Herx to the mix.
- Lyme, lower back, 5 minutes
- Babesia, ilium, 1 minute each side; knees/elbows, 1 minute; liver, 10 minutes
- Candida, abdomen, 10 minutes; chest, 2 minutes
Detox
- skin brushing
- kombucha
Body
I slept a little more last night, just about 8 hours with two interruptions. I think my sleep cycle is starting to get closer to what I need to function during the day. No night sweat, but wet hair when I woke up in the early morning.
I had diarrhea again this morning. It tires me out to start the day that way. Then I was nauseated until almost 1pm. My digestive tract is taking it’s turn in the homeopathic remedy cascade.
Urinary hesitation continues. I can’t tell if I should be worried about the kidney stone or if this is part of the homeopathic “return of old symptoms.”
My pain level was low today, mostly in my joints, but not bad. The neurological pain in my limbs wasn’t too bad either. For me, that qualifies as a pretty good day.
Tonight, I feel like I have a chest cold coming on. My bronchial tubes feel congested and raw. My ears are popping. My ear canals hurt. Time to lay down for the night.
Categories: healing process, using the coil machine
Tags: babesia, candida, homeopathy, lyme, symptoms
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Coiling for Lyme 
Rose, it was a great pleasure to meet you this afternoon. I’ve spent a good part of the night catching up on your story. I think you and I may be kindred spirits. I admire your using a combination of science and intuition to heal yourself. I’d be doing exactly the same. And while you might not believe it after watching me inhale my flan with dulce de leche, I eat mostly a paleo diet. Grains, boo! Sugar, boo! (Exceptions for 100th birthdays.) 😉
Have you seen Robert Lustig’s video about fructose? It’s fascinating. I had to chain my parents to a desk to get them to watch it, but with your chemistry background, it will be light viewing. Here’s the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBnniua6-oM
I’m also including a link to the Edgar Cayce center. http://www.edgarcayce.org/ He was a proponent of the castor oil pack and other remedies that seem so simplistic in today’s world of complicated pharmaceuticals. I find that refreshing. It seems to me we lasted as a species for quite a long time before the pharmaceutical industry arrived on the scene. I see you are into alternative and homeopathic medicine. Good for you. Whatever works!
I wish you never had to start this blog, but for as long as it exists, I’ll be here reading it, watching your brilliant mind hypothesize and prove or disprove. Let’s keep in touch.