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Month: April 2017
The hardest thing about dealing with an infection that antibiotics won’t kill is the despair. You’re not just fighting an infection, you’re locked in a death grapple with fear.
It’s so hard to keep on going when you see no light at the end of the tunnel, when hope feels like a cruel trick being played upon you by an evil fate. You get to a point where you dread even the sensation of hope, because you’re absolutely sure it will be crushed again, leaving you in an even deeper pit of despair. Emotionally crushed by multiple defeats, pain that never ends, your whole life consumed by this one stupid issue that no one else seems to have, just you.
The freak with a bladder that won’t heal.
I know, I know…I threw some heavy shade on it in the Emergency Relief post. That’s because the vast majority of UTI’s are caused by the gram negative bacteria E. coli, which as I cover in The pH Connection, is highly acid-adaptive. Ascorbic acid Vitamin C, the most common form, is highly acidifying in the urine, meaning it’ll hurt more than it will help with an E. coli infection.
In E. coli, ascorbic acid is taken up and metabolized by a specific phosphotransferase system and a series of enzymatic reactions
There’s Vitamin C in the lemon juice you’re using to keep your bladder flushed out, so it’s not like you’re not getting any, you’re just not taking the acidic form.
While even alkaline forms of Vitamin C seem to have limited effect on most UTI bacteria, if you’ve had your UTI cultured and it’s caused by staphylococcus or strep, you should drop everything and go directly to ascorbic acid. In large doses it slaughters antibiotic-resistant gram positive infections with an enthusiasm that puts Mongol hordes to shame. I fell over this fact while I was searching for a cure for a serious cat bite infection.
This is for those of you who’re UTI-free or about to be, and want to stay that way. I’m not going to waste time telling you to wipe front to back, or to pee after sex, because I know you’re not a Neanderthal, and I doubt you’re sleeping with one, either.
Though if you have recurrent yeast, BV, or UTI’s, you should hold him down and feed him OLE.
Or just tell him, “It puts the OLE in its mouth, or it gets NO MORE NOOKIE, EVER.”
That’ll fetch ‘im.
Okay, ready for the tips? *ahem*
This is one of those things that everyone swears by, yet I had virtually no luck with it when I first tried it. All of the anecdotes and research sounded very promising, but after taking a whole bottle of capsules and seeing little benefit, I dismissed it as another internet myth.
However, I realized later that both trials I made with it occurred before I discovered the gut/bladder connection. When I developed a post-antibiotic UTI recently, I had lots of oregano oil on hand due to trying it topically for the vicious case of staph. I did a quick charcoal cleanse and took OLE and oregano oil only, and drank lemon water.
That UTI was dead in just a few days.
For those of you who really need to do a cleanse but feel overwhelmed by the whole process, here’s something you should be able to manage more easily.
If you don’t suffer from chronic constipation, you can simply wake up 2 hours early and drink a teaspoon of charcoal stirred into 12 oz of water, go back to bed till your usual rising time, and then go about your day, making sure you don’t eat anything, or drink anything but water within 2 hours of having taken the charcoal. Make sure to drink 8 oz water per waking hour the rest of the day.
Alright, you’ve been a good girl, your gut is cleansed of Candida, and you’re still listless, lethargic, bloated, well on your way to Baldsville, and for some reason you don’t even really care that much.
You used to have this HUGE barrel full of craps to give, and now that thing is so empty, hippies use it for their drum circle.
It’s not you, darling. It’s your thyroid.
Or, “How to Kill Antibiotic-Resistant Cellulitis With Extreme Prejudice“.
This saga really all started when our family cat was brutally killed in our front yard, last fall. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, the first weekend in October, and some jerk let his two large, mean dogs run loose. Our cat was 10 years old, and smart, they must have caught her sleeping. Fast forward a couple of months…
I decided to adopt a cat for the children for Christmas, and found exactly what I had in mind: a fluffy orange male in dire need of a caring home. He was scrawny, he was sick, his fur was falling out: he was perfect. We named him Clyde, because the dog is Bonnie and I’m corny like that.
What does this have to do with cellulitis, you ask?
Wait for the plot twist: it’s coming.