Good evening!
Busy day today, so I'm writing at the end instead of the beginning.
I'm often asked why I don't visit mainstream medical specialists (allergists being at the top of the list) to treat my MCS, and why I don't get a catheter ablation to remedy my supraventricular tachycardia. My answers to both questions are connected by a common thread.
Firstly, I don't visit mainstream allergists to treat my MCS because MCS is not an allergy. An allergy is an overreaction of the body to a natural substance. MCS is a systemic reaction to an actual toxin, a poisonous chemical element.
Secondly, I try very hard to avoid mainstream medical offices. Many toxic chemical elements are rampant in the typical mainstream medical office.
A few sniffles? Nothing, to me. Sinus congestion, all by itself? A joy compared to a migraine. Watery eyes? This passes. Uncomfortable, like a fly on the nose. But nothing catastrophic.
The real trouble comes when, to take one example, acerbic, peppery, sharp, burning laundry fragrance on someone's clothes wafts to this angle and that angle, radiating outward, filling rooms, catching breezes . . . . .
I focus on "getting through." I sit through the gathering haze of mind and body, that intangible "fuzz" that thickens around attempts at motion and cognition, telling myself it will only be one or two more days like this, trying to stay alert while feeling more and more drugged, face and nose burning red hot . . . plus another fairly frequent and perilous-feeling reaction involving multiple disturbances of my heart rhythm.
However, when one is so busy coping with simple consciousness, with the "how to's" of staying alert and alive, there is simply no room for the kind of reflection that could usher in phobias and existential terror. Better said, there is just no spare energy for it. All of my energy, frankly, goes into not being snuffed out.
Now imagine the absurdity of going into an ear/nose/throat specialist's office, sitting in the waiting room, and feeling a distinct "puff" of strong irritant fragrance with thickness and texture rise literally into your nose. This once happened to me. I was there to get some ear wax removed. A very inane and finite job. Neat and clean. In and out. I felt fine and balanced when I arrived. Then, the fragrance puffed . . . from somewhere. Somewhere close. I looked around like a spy, e.g, trying to look as though I were not looking. Because I could see no surreptitious mini-aerosols poking out of clenched hands or purses, I sat there debating with myself instead of doing what I should have done: Move immediately. Every few minutes of intense exposure to a formidable trigger toxin can rack up an entire new day of suffering.
After a few minutes of cluelessness, I finally moved my seat. As I glanced around absentmindedly, my eyes happened to settle upon the culprit. A pink plug-in air freshener just below my old seat! The pain had well begun above my nose by then, the deep, thick fog and swollen feeling had already "moved in," my face was heating up. I felt as though I'd been both hit in the head and treated with a narcotic. I felt . . . injured.
I told the ear doctor about it when he took me into his office, stating simply that plug-ins can give his patients migraines and sinus trouble, as I now had from his plug-in. He said something to the effect of a quick "Oh." To his credit (or someone else's), there was no plug-in apparent by sight or by scent the next time I visited that office.
However, on the day that I was thus afflicted by the puff of the plug-in, it was very hard to drive home. The nerves behind my eyes were vibrating with the familiar pulse of a chemical reaction, and my vision was literally shaking. I saw the "whole picture" before my windshield, but various pieces of the picture were wobbling by the millisecond at different levels, each piece somewhat "out of line." I felt sideways, crooked in my seat, as though I were tilting. So I tilted my head to compensate. I drove home with my head tilted in order to straighten out my eyes. My face, nose, and jawline were cloaked in red by the time I arrived home, migraine headache well underway. I'd been cooked. My husband, seeing the damage, was incensed on my behalf.
This from visiting the office of an ear/nose/throat specialist, of all things! (So, why don't I go to mainstream medical specialists unless I absolutely have to???)
When patients are incidentally subjected to plug-ins and equivalent deodorizing/cleaning toxins in doctors' offices, when the medical establishment fails to disseminate essential information about the severe damage these items can do when implanted near human beings, uninformed patients will return "ad infinitum" to chemically contaminated offices for more and more medication and one surgical intervention on top of another.
Those patients who are directly affected by these chemicals might actually believe it's a mighty handy thing to be experiencing their primary inflammation, coincidentally, at the exact time they have to explain their symptoms to the doctor. If patients only knew the types of neurotoxic chemicals that were either assisting or frankly causing their misery -- both in the medical offices and in their own homes and workplaces!
If more doctors only knew . . . . If more doctors only cared to know . . . . . . If institutions of higher learning would actually dispense the necessary information about neurotoxic and carcinogenic chemicals to medical students . . . . . . If medical offices would only be constructed with truly "green" materials . . . . .
Then, medical offices -- as well as hospitals and operating rooms -- wouldn't also have such potential to bring on heartbeat irregularities in susceptible individuals.
More on that topic . . . tomorrow.
Cheers!
~ Carolyn
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