Attention: Environmentalists, Hydrologists, and All Who Love Things "Green"

Hello, Friends,

The clock is ticking for both the River Shannon and my Internet connection.

Operating under the lash of the impending "monster" storm system, Sandy, I am eager to put in an effective word on behalf of those who, for several years, have made efforts to preserve, undisturbed, Ireland's rich natural heritage in the River Shannon.

Lacking time, I fear, with these heavy winds increasingly coming upon us, I am posting a link for your careful scrutiny.  This link (with video) exposes and explains the critical details far, far better than I ever could.  Please put the word out to anyone you know who can alert others to help preserve this precious river:

"Beware Bord na Mona and Dublin City Council bearing gifts" - River Shannon Protection Alliance, 2007

Thank you, friends, for tuning in.  I must sign off and post this, as my lights and screen are repeatedly flickering.

Cheers!

~ Carolyn

Revised 6/2/14
 

"Due" for Repairs

The giant hive on my leg was the clue.  That plus the crushing exhaustion which has kept me from completing the post I recently began to write -- since paragraphs of a more scientific bent must be linear, logical, and support themselves soundly.  This begs precision and endurance of a tired mind.

In short, I suspect I'm not feeling well.  I'm either very toxic with airborne and/or food chemicals; a small creature bit me; or, as I'm beginning to think, all of the above.  (I'm quite sure that the bologna, wheat bread, beef burritos, ice cream, and processed American cheese were not innocent bystanders in this debacle . . . nor were the scented dryer-vent emissions and cigarette smoke I walked through last night).  I fervently hope that, if a creature was also involved, it wasn't a tick or a poisonous spider.  I will hopefully be checking that angle by tomorrow.

I could imbibe several herbal teas and/or add some novel nutritional supplements, but during such times of "what is going on?," I prefer to stick with the most definitely non-inflammatory solutions possible.  Right now, that comes down to goat yogurt (hope I'm right about that), "buffered" Vitamin C which contains calcium and magnesium, and -- can't go too far wrong with this one -- glass after glass of pitcher-filtered water.

The "what is going on?" systemic overhaul, complete with new and weird physical symptoms to eradicate, has typically occurred once every few years since I became chemically sensitive.  Apparently, I must have been "due" for another round.  It's always an unsettling phenomenon flavored with the unexpected, and the key word for getting through it is "calm."

I will return to my half-completed post as soon as possible!  Please visit the information tabs, above, for newly added information.

In the meantime, cheers!

~ Carolyn

Plastic, But Not Dying

Good day, Friends,

I must have managed to eliminate a major chemical trigger either directly or by fortuitous accident, because I'm much less disabled this week than in many previous weeks.  I'm still wrestling with that baseline impact on my overall balance and coordination, and some milder headaches which respond readily to ibuprofen -- but so far, nothing cataclysmic. 

I'm just very stunned and dazed, tired and dopey.  But this week I'm not dying.  I'm down on myself, though, because I'm resting, or just so very sluggish in the aftermath of several cataclysmic weeks.  Now if I could get, say, eight weeks of same . . . and be given permission to lie around when needed, take leisurely strolls -- and naps -- upon impulse, and not be exposed to any more chemicals -- who knows how much better I'd feel?

I have not yet even confronted the issue of "best water to drink" or any water filtration system whatsoever.  I suspect I probably should, and soon.  Our water is essentially benign but filled with extra iron.  I've been drinking water out of standard supermarket (clear) plastic gallons.  I'm probably something equivalent to a walking piece of plastic, with skyrocketing levels of estrogen.  It rather feels that way.  Alarming, but I can't give into alarm when there are so many things -- if I were really to focus on them which, due to brain fog, I can't  -- to be alarmed about.

I'm just too . . . tired.  I would have liked to write you something more vibrant today, but perhaps this will do just as well because it is, in fact, reality.

And, given the increasing accounts of toxic injury and the dizzying layers of toxins multiplying in our environment, reality is precisely what we need to face.

Cheers!

~ Carolyn