Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Friday, January 6, 2017
I was seeing Robert Radtke DC who was being mentored in the office of George Goodheart, who introduced Applied Kinesiology and was the first official chiropractor for the Olympic team at Lake Placid in 1980. Needless to say, George Goodheart was a preeminent chiropractor in the USA. These people were not quacks even though a lot of people jumped on the Applied Kinesiology band wagon after him and they indeed turned the science into a, so called, family room trick.
Using Applied Kinesiology he diagnosed something I could tell had him very alarmed. He left the room and returned with two other colleagues to verify what he was detecting. Unfortunately, they convinced him that it might be just an anomaly. That early detection within a day or two of the exposure could have save me from this disease. The poisoning could have been treated, perhaps neutralized, immediately and minimising the damage being done to my body.
The Cold, Damned Cold!
Either the following morning or the next from the job walking through the Trenton Edison quarry we were working in the fence company's yard. It was a relatively cold November morning (unlike the milder November's nowadays it seems) and even though I had dry work gloves on, I could not keep my hands warm to save my life – I was warming them in the exhaust of a big backhoe that was parked nearby warming up. Jeesh, a day or two before I was walking around that Super Fund quarry with both my glove and shoes dripping soaked all day in sub freezing temperatures without feeling bothered by the cold at all; that was normal for me, after all I was a strapping 25 year old that was used to nut breaking hard work!
This was my first experience with Raynaud's syndrome, a condition which shuts down the arterial circulation to the fingers when exposed to the cold.
The Itch and the Rash
Three days after my exposure at the quarry I woke up at about 3:00am with intense itching in my hands and forearms, reminding me of the same pattern a couple times before when I was exposed to poison ivy. Unlike poison ivy, this rash resembled a severe sunburn. It peeled almost immediately. A then it peeled another layer, and then another. All together it peeled off maybe six, seven times over the course of a month. I even showed my boss Tom; he never saw anything like it. But, aside from that it didn't bother me much beside itching and that I was constantly pulling all off these peeling layers of skin.
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
|"The Final Ride" the death of fire fighter DaWayne Garland Jr.|
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Towards evening my boss, Tom, finished all the work while Tom Sr., his dad, drove me to a chiropractor appointment I had in downtown Detroit. I was covered with cement dust head to toe; kind of embarrassing sitting in a waiting room with a bunch of guys in business suits.
I was seeing Dr. Radky in the office of George Goodheart, who introduced Applied Kinesiology and was the first official chiropractor for the Olympic team at Lake Placid in 1980.
Thursday, September 22, 2016
After being "accidentally" poisoned by ground water at a Superfund site at 25 years of age I'm now forced to live out my 'so-called' golden years when I'm 50 and 60 wether I like it or not — take it or leave it.
And there ain't much gold in them there hills as much as there's pain and frustration.
Scleroderma is not a fun disease and it kills people — half the people who get it die within 2 to 3 years. I figure if I wasn't in such great physical condition when I got it I'd be dead by now too.
So I dedicate this post to all those people who look at me with disdain because I threw my health away by living terribly, even though I personally, know virtually no one who has been so careful about their life choices than myself.
It all started because my "friend" hired me to do fence work for a couple of summers. It was hard work but I was used to hard work after working at Chrysler and being stuck with probably one of the hardest jobs on the line; the motor-buck; a wicked machine that lifts the engine up into the suspension of vans as they were slowly lowered onto the line. I'd bolt it in with what was probably the largest pistol grip impact wrench made. Everything had to be timed as the van descended downward and forward, our else the entire line had to be stopped (and supervisors did not like that).
Anyway, my friend's fence work involved mostly commercial jobs in and around Detroit. On a cold November day we went to Trenton; the Edison Quarry. An enormous hole in the ground. To this day I don't know if my friend knew it or not, but this place was a designated Superfund site, a toxic waste dump. Funny, because one of the things we were doing was putting "No Trespassing" signs on the perimeter fence, and wouldn't you know I was the guy walking on the inside of the fence as my friend walked along the outside to hold the signs up while I bolted them down. I walked through wet weeded fields up to my ankles in water. My boots and gloves were thoroughly soaked for hours while doing that job. And even though it was below freezing I had no problem keeping my hands and feet warm because I was active and robust.
|The Edison Quarry, AKA Superfund Site|
|Typical old PCB filled transformer, the possible source of toxin|
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Friday, December 25, 2015
|Coelacanth — see-lə-kanth|
In order for a behaviour to persist (become an established universal behavior), it must provide a significant advantage or utility that results from using it.
The very earliest remnants of humans making any form of permanent visual impressions appears to be in the making of seemingly random linear tailings. They Are thought to be the earliest markings hominids made that can be considered an expression of, for intention of, art.*Premonition
The meander, on the basis of art, is intricately entwined with time perception. Meander, as a verb — as in the act of drawing, accordingly will elicit thoughts of future events previously held only in the subconscious. A mindless searching beyond the horizon of the present.
*Precognition Precognition (from the Latin præ-, "before" and cognitio, "acquiring knowledge"), also called future sight, and second sight, is an alleged psychic ability to see events in the future.