Some people think I’m crazy for saying this, but being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis was the best thing ever to happen to me.  It was without a doubt, the single worst news I had ever received in the entirety of not only the 38 years before I was diagnosed, but the 9 years that passed since then.  I’ve had people that I loved dearly suddenly befall an untimely tragic death, or when my parents divorced when I was 14, both of which were emotionally heart-wrenching milestones of my life’s timeline, surely.  But compared to the first of a three doctor trifecta MS diagnosis, they were merely unfortunate events that just kinda sucked.  Horrible and devastating as it was, it was also liberating and empowering. But let me share with you what I went through in hopes that perhaps it can inspire you to take your life back too. Because after the initial shock, there’s the matter of taking your life back, not just from MS but from the doctors, from the insurance companies, and ultimately from your own previously conceived limitations and expectations.

The diagnosis process itself was a nightmare all its own because it seems like every typical doctor handles everything exactly the same way.  You come in and tell them what’s wrong with you and right away they start in with the drugs.  They don’t even necessarily know what’s going on inside of you or talk to you about what you have and haven’t been eating, your vices and habits, your disposition or possible stress sources that may or may not be contributing to your symptoms, and right away they go into the “let’s try this” routine and write up a script for your symptoms.  Not only that, but you’ll be put through the gauntlet as well. You’ll start with a general practitioner who referred me to an E.N.T. (ear nose & throat) specialist, whom referred me to a neurologist, before it was officially established that I have Multiple Sclerosis. By this time, the side effects of the smorgasbord of pharmaceutical drugs.  Steroids such as Prednisone for the pins and needles and whatever inflammation that was making me unable to tap my foot in an even rhythm nor play a piano scale two handed; motion sickness pills such as Meclazine for the incessant symptoms of vertigo I was experiencing; the nose sprays, Omnaris and Flonaise, for whatever polyps that the E.N.T., stated might be causing the absolute dentist injection level numbness on the entire right side of my face and head, and the injections of only God knows what directly into right side of my face to bring down the inflammation of the trigeminal nerve that might be causing my facial neuralgia.  You should’ve seen me, I was a wreck.  I was slurring my speech, getting double vision here and there, and couldn’t really function normally, not to mention that the steroids made me more than a little bit grumpy.

So, Mrs S, she says to me, “just humor me a little bit and stop using those nose sprays,” and I did.  Within 24 hours I was back to normal again. I was so irritated and frustrated that I stopped taking all the drugs and when my neurologist first attempted to treat me with yet another drug, I refused treatment for my first 10 months.  In fact, for the first year that I had MS, I had refused any kind of pharmaceutical treatment whatsoever.  I felt like these Doctors didn’t know dick about nutrition, didn’t even ask or anything, yet they wanted to treat me like a guinea pig and pump me full of all sorts of drugs based on conjecture and guesswork.  Well let me tell you something, this is why you should always know that no matter what television and media try to tell you, contrary to popular belief, doctors do not walk on water. I may have mentioned this on another post, but if you ever wanted to know just how badly you’re getting ripped off by your insurers and healthcare service providers, know that my wife accurately diagnosed me with MS before 3 trained and highly educated medical doctors, and my wife was an art major.  Let that little nugget sink in a moment.

I thought my life was all over, that I was all finished.  I thought that everything that I had ever dreamed of myself doing when I first came out to Los Angeles was never going to happen and that I’d end up alone in a wheelchair somewhere.  All sorts of emotions and memories can start racing through your mind when you get diagnosed with a disease that all mainstream medical professionals agreed is “incurable.”  I’d lived a lurid life before meeting Mrs S., sailing the seas of consequence since getting kicked out the Navy back in 1992 for smoking weed to mentally and emotionally process a major traumatic event that got 2 shipmates killed.  I’m not going to get into ten years worth of amusing Tarantino re-imagined Forrest Gump reboot anecdotes, but all I could think about was every skanky ass behavior, every nasty remark I’d ever made, every individual I’d ever hurt or made feel anything other than respected or liked.  In fact, every possible moment in which I had ever been anything other than a good and decent person raced through my head nonstop.  I couldn’t even think of too many moments, either, which took me down even further into a deep depression. I was crying almost all the time from October 2009 through about half of January 2010.

Mrs S., whom is like what you would get if you were to genetically splice Liz Lemon with Chloe O’Brien, and Daria, no exaggeration, truer words have never been written.  But she

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picked me up some books from Amazon, which I’ve observed is usually the first thing a lot of people do after they’ve been diagnosed with MS.  They pick up a bunch of books on Multiple Sclerosis because according to Rumor Control Central, it usually starts with the MS diets, of which we’ll go into detail along the way in subsequent posts.  But I kinda started out with the Swank diet, which of course started me on an anti-fat crusade that had us doing a lot of measuring and limiting my consumption of oils and fatty foods, which is a halfway decent place to start, sure.  But I was still dealing with all sorts of symptoms, too many to digress into details.  But when we purchased Healing Multiple Sclerosis, by Ann Boroch, on Amazon, my eyes had really opened to something that everyone forgets is slowly killing you 24/7, sugar.  I learned about how MS and a whole laundry list of other autoimmune conditions such as ALS, Fibromyalgia, Hodgekin’s Disease, Lupus, Leukemia, and Rheumatoid Arthritis, are directly or indirectly caused by Yeast/Fungal Overgrowth, particularly candida albicans.

MORE TO COME…

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Surely by now if you’ve already read more than one of these “health” category blog posts, you would’ve seen the question by now.  Have you asked yourself yet? If not, I’ll ask again.  How do you control 300,000,000+ people with access to firearms?  Well, in the spirit of intellectual honesty, allow me to concede that by no means are there 300,000,000 gun owners.  Only 3% of the population own 1/2 of the 310,000,000+ guns in the USA, and the actual gun-owning population still doesn’t exceed 40% of the US population.  But this is a post, not about gun control nor gun rights, but about controlling a population with unprecedented freedom and liberty among all other nations.  It’s not as difficult as one might assume, probably because any notions of liberty and freedom in the USA being preserved simply because we’re allowed to purchase, own, possess, store, and shoot firearms of numerous varieties from coast to coast plus 2 are naively motivated in false senses of nostalgia over past historical events that the majority of us didn’t participate in or were manipulated or coerced into participation.  But again, I digress, because this actually is a post about health.  My health, your health, the health of your friends and family, the health of the nation, up to and including the people that we may or may not like individually.  The answer to my question is actually in the painting at the top of the page, can you see it? It’s the system that’s staring you right in the face every single day, calling out to you all day long.

NEWSFLASH, it’s not a conspiracy, but at the same time it’s not, not a conspiracy.  It’s been a long standing joke at our home, “if you ever wanted to see what the Anglo American Establishment is up to, just watch television.  They’ll tell you.” If you hadn’t already read my previous essay on how you could apply that joke to real life, >>CLICK HERE << because our television lineup isn’t just national and geopolitical narrative based but also market based.  But let me ask you something, how many times have you seen this commercial on the telly?

To tell you the truth, it’s been my observation and experience that most Americans take their “freedom” and liberty for granted and tend to place limitations on the liberties and freedoms that we really do possess in this country of ours, despite all the politically motivated restrictions, regulations, and self-imposed limitations.  But rather than truly exercise them, Americans mostly limit their freedoms and liberties to the right to all-you-can eat, the right to watch TV as late as they want, and the right to get drunk. Anything beyond that, well after opining about their rights to own firearms to protect themselves and their families from the government, if you ask about marijuana, ecstasy, cocaine, or LSD, they’ll remind you that it’s against the law and the law is the law.  But all day long, over and over again, somebody like Larry the Cable Guy might appear on your television (or device) to remind you that in America, we have choice and that freedom of choice is what makes America American.

Immediately after Larry the Cable Guy just told you that America’s awesome, and that you can eat all you want if you just take the little pill, you won’t get heartburn in the first place, what comes on next?  Oh you know this one…

quickly followed by a reminder that your appetite is absolutely insatiable, but if you go to one of their other restaurants, you can eat as much as your growing belly can be stuffed with so that the $21.99 you just blew on that Prilosec OTC that Larry’s jury-rigging cable-thieving ass just sold your fat ass only two commercials ago will come to good use.  So eat all you want, they’ll make more…

What’s more American than apple pie?  Oh that’s right, BEER!  Just what the body needs to go with all them baby back ribs, pasta, and those bread-sticks that Olive Garden’s so famous for.  Interestingly enough, nobody plays the ‘Murica “patriot” card more than the All American King of Beers, Budweiser by Anheuser-Busch InBev

As if it weren’t already bad enough that we’re giving our children immune system compromising and mucus making milk in this country, which is only supposed to be consumed by baby cows, incidentally.  Why not feed your developing child some behavior modifying and immeasurably addictive sugar with some equally addictive added chocolate which was ironically was harvested by enslaved children, to further make parenting easy?  Here, check it out!

No, you’re not fat, you’re just big boned.  Here, have some of this deliciousness from the actual “#1 Mexican restaurant in America”, just watch what they’ve got in store for you!

I could go on and on, but ultimately all these commercials lead right here.  You can deny it if you wanna try it, but just like all roads lead to Rome, all roads lead to your ultimate enslavement to the system, their system. It’s all about control.  When I repetitively asked, “how do you control 300,000,000+ people with access to firearms?”, I’m hoping that by now you’ve figured out that this is pretty much precisely it.  These are the chains that you simply do not see in a system of control that offers unprecedented freedom and an illusion of security. But there is no security and all security systems were nothing more than systematically normalized systems of coercion that we didn’t notice because we were too busy looking for other bogeymen that we failed to notice that those systems of surveillance and control weren’t put into place to protect us from terrorists but to protect the controllers from us.

I don’t propose that I have all the answers, but one thing’s for sure.  Their system of control is pretty much based on turning Americans into livestock by making them fat, sick, tired, lazy, fidgety, drunk, and broke or just two paychecks from ruin at all times.  There’s a reason individual health insurance coverage that offers right and proper protection is more than your rent or mortgage. Just like there’s a reason that you have no choice but to sell out any and all hopes and dreams to the slave and grind of a 9 to 5 at a big company with great health insurance, as opposed to being able to purchase great insurance at an affordable rate.  It’s about control, and your physical health is their hostage, the chains that you cannot see.