Recent observations . . .

  1. Are you a person who is gluten intolerant, and has trouble finding a probiotic supplement? So is my wife, and it has frustrated her for years. However, we’ve found a way to naturally get probiotics that she can take without complications. The solution was old-fashioned sour dough bread. Yes, it is more expensive than regular bread, but it is the only bread (or even grain product) that she can eat. Since we switched to that, we’re both feeling stronger and healthier.
  2. I recently read that President Biden is soon to sign into law an amendment to US banking law. The current laws require all banks and credit unions to report interest payments to the IRS (Internal Revenue Service) for taxation purposes. The amendment that President Biden is championing will also require them to report the BALANCES of your accounts. Try as hard as I might, I can only think of one reason why the government would want to have that information, and it is not good for any of us. If you’ve studied the financial collapse that led to the Great Depression of the 1930’s, you’ll know what I’m concerned about. If the government wants to know what liquid assets you hold, it’s probably because they want to confiscate them, just as they did back then. It’s probably time to find another way to protect them, instead of leaving them in an account in some sort of bank or community institution.
  3. I respect the fact that the US National Weather Service has a tough job to do, but I’m getting tired of seeing a weather forecast for our area that says we’ll have clear skies for the nest 4 days, and then having a serious weather event the next day. Even worse is that my body tells me the weather is about to change as much as 12 hours before the National Weather Service updates their forecast. Sometimes I think that weather forecasting is just getting a license to be a gypsy fortune teller.
  4. I still think it’s rather humorous how the US government is trying to treat this whole Covid-19 situation as something that can be managed. Recent postings by the CDC and the WHO have acknowledged that not only are the vaccines ineffective, but that the entire event has been blown out of proportion. MD’s across the nation have been pressured into falsifying the numbers of people confirmed to have the disease, just to coerce us into greater compliance with the mandates given by the government. IMHO, because this is a virus – the best protection you can have is a healthy and robust immune system – and I say this as a person who’s immune system was compromised by a bone tumor back when I was barely 18 years old. But, I’m not an MD, so consult your own understanding of biology and human physiology – or someone you trust who has a degree in such things.
  5. I’ve been binge-watching a lot of Netflix Streaming TV shows over the last year. A good chunk of my viewing has been reality shows, including one called “The Circle”. It’s a social media game, where contestants are isolated in one building with each other, and try to become the most popular contestant of the group. I have a huge problem with the game’s formula. They allow contestants to enter the competition while deliberately misrepresenting who they are – a social media activity referred to as “catfishing”. Here is my complaint – if we as a society value honesty, integrity, and the other things that are called virtues, why would we deliberately REWARD people for acting contrary to those virtues? Especially with a prize like $100K for a few weeks of work?

I’m a mess . . .

Once upon a time, I was so in tune with my body that I could continue to function while I had injuries that required stitches. One example of this was something that happened when I was about 10 years old, when I was asked to deliver something from my aunt and uncle’s home to my grandpa’s home, a distance of a few hundred yards at most. During the travel, I accidentally encountered the edge of a rusty shovel, and needed a dozen stitches to repair the injury, despite the fact that until my relatives pointed it out I had not been aware of the damage. I still have a scar on my left calf to remind me of the incident.

That is no longer true.

I just realized that I missed posting my usual “Saturday Posts” blog for this past week. I’ve been dropping a lot of “balls” lately, and that is only the most recent one. I’ve been having trouble keeping track of what day of the month it is, or even what day of the week it is. The closest thing I have to a schedule is by following a regimen of starting a laundry cycle each week based on when my wife’s last workday of the week is. That is the day I start my cycle by doing the white’s of our laundry, usually followed by her work slacks the next day, then the light weight colored clothes the next day, and concluding with the heavy colored clothes the next night (if there are enough of them to need it – in the Summer that isn’t always needed).

I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. It’s likely more due to what I’m doing for pain management than whatever else is going on, but it is still a concern to me. Admittedly, some of the pain I’m trying to cope with is emotional – I am still reeling from the pain of my dad’s betrayal when I asked for his support to end the religious feud between me and the rest of my family. It doesn’t help that my dad’s birthday is only a few days away.

Full disclosure . . .

First, I have to describe the work experience of my wonderful wife. Through most of her professional career as a librarian, she has been engaged in the training of medical professionals in the use of medical databases. This also means that she is an expert at using medical databases to find information.

Beginning about 3 months after my post about the fall I had off of the front porch of our house (almost 2 years ago), I began having symptoms that, to me, were strange and imho hopefully reversible.

I hid them, as best I could, from everyone, until about a month ago. I was going into our kitchen to refill a cup of coffee, with my favorite coffee cup. Instead of putting the coffee cup on the kitchen counter, I dropped and broke it, right in front of my wife. She asked me what was up, and I honestly told her what was going on.

About a week later she came to me with a concern of hers. She’d run my various “weird symptoms” through the medical databases she had professional access to, and her concern verified something I’d privately been concerned about for over a year.

I may have trauma-induced Parkinson’s Disease.

Of course, only an official medical professional can make the diagnosis, but the fact that I have a history in medicine and my wife is who she is, and we both reached that conclusion independently makes it somewhat more likely.

To let you know, there are two different strains of Parkinson’s. One is trauma induced, and the other is ambiguous in origin. An example of the first is Muhammad Ali – the professional heavyweight boxer, and an example of the second is Michael J. Fox – the actor. Both strains are called Parkinson’s Disease.

I have no intention of asking my Veteran’s Administration Primary Care doctor to verify this. There is nothing she could do to reverse it, and I don’t care to submit myself to the required tests to verify it. Let’s be realistic – if Muhammad Ali can’t afford to get it reversed, it can’t be. The man is among, if not singularly, the greatest and most successful professional boxers in history. I’ve admired him since I was a teenager. In addition to the fact that there is nothing to be done about it, there is my personal conviction that “life is what it is” – and I will not bankrupt my wife to treat something that can’t be fixed.

I can still have many years of useful life helping my wife, and I can think of nothing better to do with them. So far, my symptoms are still mild, and mostly manageable. I can live with that.

Terrified . . .

terrified . . . . That is not a word I use lightly.  But, last night I was up until about 1:30 am doing our laundry, and after completing the laundry I tried to go to sleep.  After about 45 minutes of tossing and turning in bed, I experienced something that left me truly terrified.

It began with a trembling sensation in my right leg, which spread to my left leg, and eventually through my whole body.  I was trying to sleep under 3 blankets, but felt as though I was shaking like someone freezing to death, although I did not actually feel cold in any sense of the word. The entire event lasted about 10 minutes before I surrendered to staying awake, and I have been afraid of trying to sleep ever since.  The shivering was so intense I can only compare it to how a leaf might feel while trying to cling to a tree during a hurricane.

In the nearly 12 hours since, I have consumed nearly a liter of Jack Daniels (black label) whiskey, and still do not feel comfortable trying again to get any sleep.  I am not sure what is wrong, but there is something seriously messed up in my body.

If someone who actually is familiar with such trouble can point me in the right direction, it would be greatly appreciated.  I’m freaking out.

US Jury condemns Monsanto product. . . .

A US jury has rendered the verdict that Monsanto’s weed killer is “substantially responsible” for a man’s development of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma.  This is the 2nd  such jury award in the last week, with both jury’s awarding in excess of $280 Million USD.

It seems that Monsanto has been aware of this for a very long time.  They even accepted a $66 Billion buyout from Bayer just to loose the Monsanto name while continuing to sell a product that has faced adverse scrutiny around the world.

Here is the BBC article:

https://www.bbc.com/news/business-47633086