2nd May 2025
I had a two hour Skype conversation with my friend Martin, he continues to live with unbelievable pain and high doses of morphine and Tramadol. I am amazed that he can endure such discomfort and still remain conscious.
So a long conversation is draining, and tests my ability to offer advice and support.
I have mentioned before he believes that the National Health have “blackballed” him because of tests he endured at the National Hospital back in the early sixties. I have lost count of the number of specialists who have contradicted each other throughout Martin’s troubled life. At first I found it difficult to believe it, but since Covid, and all the misdiagnosis that occurred, I can quite believe it.
And that’s the point, do our doctors really know how to treat people? Certainly over here the medical professionals are glorified salesmen of the pharmaceutical companies, dishing out medicines that mask the problems, and do not try to treat the cause.
The truth is we are getting sicker, chronic illnesses are increasing, and in America the life expectancy is reducing.
I didn’t realise that all the vaccines we had as babies contain mercury. That is used to block the immune system to allow the live viruses to inhabit the body. Mercury is toxic, it’s effing poison and it goes straight to the brain. It’s no wonder that people now question giving these vaccines to babies.
As a growing child I always thought there was no one more dangerous than scientists, I think that I was right.
Well that rant is over, now the actual things that went on today.
The buffet was picked up this morning, a young chap and his mother came to look it over. He had just bought his first house and his mother bought it for him, a nice thing for her to do.
Later we had to deliver the piece of crap dresser that we transformed into a usable piece was delivered to the north side, again this was for a daughter who needed new furniture for her room.
On the way back old eagle eyes spotted something at the side of the road. We drove past once then doubled back to pick it up. It looked like something that would work in a child’s bedroom, although I might have other plans.
Another Lifetime to go 