Once again, a letter to a friend is turning into a post. Dealing with all of these sensitivities can be challenging! But trying to figure out which one is causing the problem, that day, can really be a bear! My son went to visit the doctor with me one time. The doctor told my son that I was sensitive to chemicals, electromagnetic fields, and mold. My son thought about that for a moment, looked at me, and said “Mom you’ve won the Trifecta!” Lol! He has inherited that the bizarre sense of humor, that gets us through all of this nonsense. But I must say he has worked on it, and has developed a truly delightful, and so often, helpful, sense of humor. It helps to laugh about things. But sometimes life can be incredibly overwhelming. I was letting a friend of mine know what was going on, and I was trying to make it fun to tell her about it. I thought I would share it with you, because I actually did have fun writing this email.
My Dear Friend,
Had a bad reaction. I actually have a list of about 17 different things that could have caused it. Here are a few of the highlights!
1) Detoxing from the visit with my Naturopath (This one actually has some subgroups!)
   a) It’s the first time I’ve been off the ranch in almost two months and it could just be that going to town was too hard on the ole bod. Maybe I was detoxing stuff from in town, once I got back out here to my safe world.
   b) The doctor did a focused laser treatment on my meridian lines to try to help open up some of my Pathways that are clogged and blocked. If things suddenly opened up, I could have had a detox reaction because of that.Â
        b1) However, I actually felt better on the way home than I did on the way there. Those huge power lines we cross underneath of heading home, did not hit me as hard. Was it the treatment? Was it the shungite stones that he gave me to try? The only thing I know, is that my EMF reactions were much less on the way home, which is usually when they are much worse!
   c) I started taking extra of a supplement, which the doctor has me on, but wants me to take more of it per day. Could that be it?
2) I took some of the other MSM I have, that I feel assimilates better in my body that day. I’ve actually had that confirmed by my acupuncturist, who was doing some testing with me. I certainly hope it’s not that, because I just spent a small fortune to get some more of it. Wait, maybe I do hope it’s that! If it’s helping me detox, that could be a good thing, I would just have to take a lot less of it, so my reactions aren’t so bad!
3) We had a huge solar flare that sideswiped Earth and electromagnetic fields from that will mess with me too.
4) We had a neighbor visit, who wears some kind of scent that bothers me.
5) Charlie had gone shopping, and it’s getting to the point where even the groceries are hard for me to be around. Inevitably, there’s all kinds of perfumes, colgnes, and these days, an excessive variety of cleaner smells, on the bags, and the products themselves. We’re having to leave them sitting in the van, for them to air out, before they can come in the house!
6) The floor of my little Seaside Cottage, is covered with dirt all the time. I just can’t keep up with it. In the middle of the night, Macha went potty on the floor. It would not only get the dirt wet, which would activate any mold in the dirt, it would also warm it up, which would really activate the mold! (I will be forever grateful to my dear friend, who is also, Allergic to the 21st Century. She let me know that she would have yelled at my little dog too, under those circumstances! If an animal lover and tender-hearted person like her, would yell at a little dog for pottying on the floor, because she was dealing with a bad reaction to mold? Well? Knowing that? Somehow it made me feel not quite so bad about myself.) But Macha is 14 years old now and there’s been several events of her pottying on the floor recently, and I did not have this kind of reaction. So somehow I don’t think that’s it.
Then there’s the fact that it’s been well below freezing every night, for over a week, and I have no way to heat my home. In fact, lately, if I want to keep something cold, I just set it on the floor. But this week that’s actually become a problem. My almond milk froze! Sitting on the floor next to the little table, by my bed, it actually froze! I do have an adorable little tiny pot belly stove, that a new friend gave me. We just have to be able to get it installed, which is going to require a lot of time and even more funds. Funds. That some thing everyone can understand. Especially the lack of funds. I had an aunt and an uncle pass away recently, they are both back east, with the rest of my family. I’ve only seen them a few times in the last 40 years, so you really couldn’t call us close, but I do have fond memories of them. I was able to sing a song, over the phone, for my uncle who passed away just a few days ago, and there was some comfort in that. There is so much more to that story. I have another aunt and uncle, who just tested positive for covid19, and are struggling. I just found out some distressing news about why my diabetes numbers are so bad, and I may have to take an entirely different approach, by trying to, somehow, mitigate the effects of having no thyroid! That could be interesting. I have been trying to work inside the new little building that we have, before we have everything covered with Tu Tuff, which protects me from all of the chemicals off-gassing from all of that OSB board. I hope to tell you more about that in my next post!
The list goes on and on and on and on! As you (my friends who are also dealing with this craziness) well know, it could be anything. It could be everything. However, typically it’s mold that turns me into a blubbering, hysterical, wimpy, and even rude, woman, who calls her son, and distresses him (Which she hates to do) and who yells at her poor little dog for going potty on the floor!Â
I had hoped that all the cold we’ve had, would mitigate the mold. But, evidently, after checking with friends of mine, who have dealt with this nonsense, far longer than I have, that is probably not the case. I did pick up a piece of siding that day, that had been on the ground, and there was a lot wet dirt on the back of it, that I brushed off. Then later, Wimpy Woman came out! Ugh! WW used to have a better meaning for me.
My friend, Doug, who passed away over two years ago now, used to call me Wonder Woman! For two reasons. Believe me when I tell you it has nothing to do with how I look! As Doug put it, he would often Wonder what in the world I was up to! Conversely, he was often in Wonder because of what I was up to! 🙂 He was often appalled at what I was trying to do and then would be amazed at what I was able to do in my strange and bizarre circumstances. I didn’t mind being called Wonder Woman, but I really don’t like becoming Wimpy Woman!
There are so many things that are so wonderful, in my life, that I hate to sound like a complainer! When I told my son that, he said “Mom you’ve got some good reasons to complain”. I remember looking at him, teary eyed, and saying “Really?” Charles firmly said “Yes!” I thought about it for a minute and said, plaintively, “This is hard!” Then we both chuckled together, and I knew we would get through this too.
It’s been a few days. It takes time to recover. It always does, and you really never know how long that’s going to take either. However, I am doing better today. So what was it? It always helps to know, so that way I can try to avoid it the next time. But you know how that goes. No matter what caused it, even if I know, which most of the time I don’t, I just wind up doing a lot of praying, and get through it the best I can!
Until next time, Gentle Reader, thanks for listening, and take care.
