One Small Step For Man, One Great Leap For Mankind.

A few months ago I lost 13kgs in weight very quickly, all in the short time of about six weeks on a diet that is so easy to manage and even better maintain.  I went from 120kgs to 107kgs but am now at 108kgs and that is because I went full blast on enjoyment for three days, about a week ago – food and drink galore in a celebration up in Sligo.

I have to say there is still plenty more to lose, I’m eventually aiming for 102 kgs, the weight I was when I married my darling first wife 40 years ago.  Once there, and I have to say at the moment I am in a period of consolidation, but once there, I will see then whether I want to reduce even further but I am in control and I will never ever go back to the sweaty turgid depths of 120kgs.  13kgs is an awful lot of ballast to carry round with you everyday, 13 bags of sugar or 1,3 litres of water or even 2 stone in old money.

The difference is unbelievable, I now do not plan for five minutes prior to tying my shoelaces in a morning.  I now do not have to sit down to put my trousers on or don my socks and I also think, and this is the biggest and most amazing part of the whole process, I also think that it has taken a dead weight off my mind.  It has cleared my brain to allow circumspect thought on a variety of subjects, some of which I have expounded these last few weeks, so much so that I think that this an even greater gain than the 13kgs in weight loss.

For 18 years now I have been treated as a Type 2 diabetic and over the years, as well as the metformin I take for my body’s supposed inability to produce sufficient insulin, the doctors slowly but surely suggested I take various add-ons to the basic diabetic drug.  They discovered I had arrythmia, in that my heart beats with an irregular rythm.  I probably had had this condition since birth but with no ill affects at all but because some arrythmias could be serious, in that it stops the heart pumping enough blood to certain places in the right quantities, doctors order that all arrythmics have to go on warfarin or some other anti-coagulant drug to ensure thrombosis and strokes are averted.

This arrythmia was discovered only by chance when I was 62, so warfarin I was put on and then early this year, a new anticoagulant, Predaxa, was suggested.  This does not need the same control as warfarin, where you are supposed to have your blood tested every few weeks.  Predaxa when your on it, you are on it and needs no close control.  The difference being that when on warfarin and are involved in serious surgical bleeding, doctors have an immediate antidote, whilst with Predaxa in the same situation, there is no known antidote, you just bleed to death.  The internet tells you harrowing tales of thousands of people in America who have just bled to death taking this drug.

Predaxa is a lot more expensive to administer than warfarin but doctors do not have to rely on close control.  It seems that within the last few years most patients have been told to switch from warfarin to Predaxa with the added bonus to Big Pharma.  Warfarin costs about £20 per annum per patient whilst Predaxa  costs £1800 per annum per patient and when you think of the millions being proscribed anti-coagulants it makes Predaxa a highly attractive drug to give by doctors trained by their masters, the Elite, in the Elite run medical schools and subsidised by the Elite owned Big Pharma.  More Predaxa, more money for the Elite.  I will just mention this quirk in passing, it deserves a whole blog on its own.

So I started innocently to take Predaxa and it was easy, no worries about doctors appointments and regular blood tests.  Then I noticed after a few months that my shins started to redden, I did not pay much heed but then my ankle started swelling and the skin on my left shin started to scale and weep and in time started to become a little painful.  Not enough to complain about because at my age, 67, if you complain of pain you would be in the doctors surgery 24/7.  However after six months of this deterioration I decided to seek advice.  I went to the doctor and told him the Predaxa had to stop and that I wanted to revert to warfarin.  He looked at my left leg and said it looked like deep vein haemorrhage and booked me into Sligo Hospital for a cardiac ultra sound appointment for my swollen ankle and a vascular ultra sound appointment at Galway Hospital for my reddened shin.  That was six months ago and I recently had my cardiac ultrasound when a nubile young thing was all over my naked body with a thing that looked like a microphone, at times it hurt but overall a very satisfactory experience.  At the end the young one said I had a heart like an Andalusian virgin, I took that to mean OK and that my main organ was functioning perfectly albeit arrythmically.  I am shortly to have my vascular ultrasound.  I have great hopes for that as the consultant, a man with the noble name of S Sultan, recently warned everybody who took statins to get off them because they would kill quicker than cure.  He was immediately shot down by the medical establishment here in Ireland but his plea registered with me.  Google it if you do not believe him, after all he is just a consultant vascular surgeon.

So to get back to subject, back I went on warfarin, the red colouring on my left shin reduced slightly and the skin recovered tremendously; before it was weeping and scaly, now the surface was just slightly uneven but the swelling was still there.  I have to say at this point, I was born with thick ankles, my mothers legacy, Creevy Crubeens we used to call it.  Crubeens are pigs feet in Ireland and Creevy was the name of her maternal side. It was great for bog trotting but a hinder on the dance floor.  However the swelling of my left ankle was more akin to elephantiasis than Creevy Crubeen.  It did not hurt but was cause for alarm.

Other drugs I was taking were Irbesartan, or Aprovel they call it in Ireland, to lower my blood pressure.  My blood pressure has always been fine, hovering round 140/130 over about 70.  It was 15 years ago and is the same today but doctors said they like lower blood pressure for diabetics.  Some doctor years ago, who might have got out of bed on the wrong side that morning told me to take a bete-blocker, which I did unquestioningly.  My heart beat had always been around 60 to the minute whilst relaxed but after years of this small tablet, 2.5 mgs a day, my heart rate had dropped to 48 in ECG test after ECG test.  Doctors did not worry and so neither did I but a little nurse at Sligo Hospital did as she led me back to the Diabetic Clinic after an ECG, so then I started to worry.  The bloody thing was on its way to stalling.

So this is where I was this Autumn, having lost my 13 kgs and feeling great.  I started to begin to understand the medical profession a little better.  They are in it for the money, if they were not, they would be more attuned to natural remedies than potentially explosive cocktails of chemicals.  They are supported and subsidised by Big Pharma, who are owned by the Elite and they are taught by Big Pharma.  Patients are only pawns in the money making game for these Elite acolytes.  The bigger mix of chemicals they give to patients the better.  Doctors will make money, Big Pharma coin it and the patient slowly dies.  The Elite’s philosophy of eugenics working admirably.  Retrovir or AZT, the drug used on alleged AIDS patients is one pure example.  AZT kills the patient quicker than the supposed illness could ever do.  (See my blog Why Kill Animals When You Can Experiment On Africans published on 24th October 2013.

So my cocktail was Janumet (a form of metformin), Aprovel, a beta-blocker and warfarin and if I had let them years ago, I could have been trussed up with statins.  Who knows what harm this amalgamation of chemicals was doing to my body, certainly the medical profession do not.  My thinking was clear, I was eating the right foods, I had lost weight never to return to the previous flounder and I was spurred by my diabetic consultant, who on looking at my static control levels over a period of time, said that if I lost weight I would probably find I was not a diabetic.

With coolness of thought I decided on a programme, I would slowly rid myself of these chemicals, they were only harmful substances I was ingesting.  I started with the beta blockers and after a few days I reduced the Aprovel intake.  I then gradually weaned myself off warfarin.  I decided to continue with the Janumet or 50% of the prescribed intake until my next diabetic clinic.  This programme started a month ago and I feel great.  I cannot yet feel the scrawny hand of the grim reaper on my shoulder and if he does appear shortly, so what, I could be well on my way to an even better life.

What we think and feel about the world and all its problems is all very well, we can submerse ourselves under the surface of life and not think and be almost like an animal or we can think and react.  And by reaction hope that the individual moves we make can change things round.  Obviously one individual shouting out and doing things aint going to matter but there are 7 billion of us, or is it 9 billion, it doesn’t matter but there are a lot of us and only a few thousand of them, the people I call the Elite.  So if we all shout and kick what a difference it would make.  Therefore my singular and lonesome act of denial as explained above is my One Small Step For Man, One Great Leap For Mankind and don’t forget Neil Armstrong said that in an aircraft hanger in Texas and not on the moon and what a difference his words made.