Even knowing what I now know about my health, sickness, how to eat correctly etc, everthing, I think I still would have been a party animal no matter what. It was just so much fun. How could I have turned my back on a way of life that was so incredibly exciting and exhilarating? The excitement for the coming weekend used to start on Monday morning, building up excitement as the next party drew closer and closer, to a crescendo of frenzied wild nights. Week after week, year after year.

For as much trouble as I am now in, I had at least equal as much fun back then. In fact I think more fun then…..that’s how electrifyingly Ecstatic it was! The partying and the abuse my body took then was extreme, but the partying didn’t put mercury in my mouth. The partying did however help the mercury come out of my teeth and into my body, which was then unable to detox it correctly due to all the abuse my body had been through with the class A, B & C consumption.

But that was the Good Old Days, now I have to cope with the consequences of my partying and the mercury my grandfather put I’m my mouth. Yes, he was my dentist! Funny old world isn’t it!

Operation “Do-anything-that-might-help” has been in force these last 4 days:

This morning I Oil Pulled for 1 hour with VCO. Three twenty minute sessions, trying to clean up my blood while watching the Grand Prix. I had lots of metallic tastes in my mouth so hopefully some good will have been done.
I then drank 2 pints of salted water.
I then drank 3 cups of dandelion tea.
I just had my usual breakfast, salad. Dull….but safe, along with a mega dose my usual supplements.
Next up is another very hot Epsom salt bath, into which I will also add 1 cup of baking soda and one bottle of hydrogen peroxide…..lovely. Sweat the stuff out!

Next I have to cope with the in-laws and my mum all coming for lunch. I will need my brave face all day today.

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