Imagine, since you were 17 years old you have studied —medicine —- marine biology — whatever.
You ar part of a larger world system – you belong – you have paid your dues and now everything is nicely ticking along – your subject is perfectly well known to you. Everything is tied up nicely in a metaphorical box. The tools are provided by the system and it works, well you have no evidence to the contrary.
So along comes a paitient wih a problem of one kind or another – the system will provide a cure (of sorts). That goes for marine biology and pretty much anything else too.
Today was choir practice – that is many of the local boat owners and various others get together in the hustadvika marina and chat for a couple of hours – today one complained bitterly about his arthuritis - tried to tell him what i had done about mine but he was not interested. See he had a doctor or he believed in the system, or how could someone like me possibly have any kind of cure.
About 1975 i was invlved in a road accident – well it was actually no accident – the driver who got in the way of my motorbike did so deliberatly – DELIBERATLY – as i lay in the road i can remember him staring at me through the window of his car before driving off leaving me lying on the double white lines on the old a 30 main road just before the caravan park at tedburn st mary. My foot i found behind my neck – i was shipped to the rde hospital in exeter where my leg was put in traction – i was also arrested by the police for careless driving -
To shopten a long story i finally after many months and several admissions gave up and decided to sort myself out because i did not trust the doctors – i had very good reason for this and still feel uncomfortable when someone makes decisions on my behalf concerning my health.
Unfortunatly the doctors had done a boboo and not only did they not tell me that the problem was, they were worried about posible come backs so i was kept in the dark about the true situation.
See the break in the leg had not healed properly. The upper broken leg bone was actually resting beside the lower broken off bit and not on top as it should have been. the knee joint was also rotated around so it did not sit in the cup properly.
After i got out i did a lot of walking(i got no physioptherapy) - i was nearly always in pain but i needed to walk – over the next few years i sometimes walked from Uffculme to Exeter and back - some 35 miles, when i lived at Tedburn st mary – from there to exeter and back – sometimes 3 times a month – 18 miles plus – sometimes along the old a30, sometimes along the top of the hills to redsand and then into exeter that way.
I did so much walking – one day i decided to join the vicars sponsored walk to crediton and back(at tedburn st mary) - there were numerous check points – it was a very pretty trip, along tiny lanes – paved roads beside fields and rivers. i seem to remember getting to a couple of check points but there was nobody there – the last one there was so i had a little lemonade – then i got to the vickaridge – there was no one there, not a soul. so after a little i went home.
next day there was a photograph of the first person to get back to the vickeridge and it wasnt me – hehe – i must have been well over half an hour faster than the fastest.
So i digress – my leg always hurt. At times abomnably so, but i just carried on.
In about 1995 it got so bad i was on 2 sticks. Then the bse problem arose
I had been told what the problem was and what they were doing about it – it takes 3 years for the disease to develop, so instead of stopping the feed which carries the disease they kill the animals before they get to 3. That is no solution for mankind, only for business. i was soooo disgusted i stopped eating any kind of meat at all.
After 3 months i went for a walk one day without thinking, and it was pain free – woooow. So i tried some meat – no problem – the next week i tried it again, no problem, the week after i tried it on 2 days running and wow – pain. So i had now learnt how much i could tolerate.
5 years later the pain was becoming unbearable again so a girlfriend suggested glucosamine
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glucosamine There it says it doesnt work but by golly it does for me and for many others i know.
After 3 years i went to my gp and told him about what i had experienced – “ahh yes,” he said “ive heard some people have had good results.”
Was i also right in walking out of the hospital with a badly repaired leg – probably. You see when i was 17 i had a breakdown. My family decided they had enough so let the system do what it wanted. The system loved me. I was no ordinary chap from a poor family – i was ex public school etc
First they tried heavy drugs - after a while i refused to take them so i was held down on the floor and forcibly injected - largactil.
Then after some weeks electroshock – see i rather think my character didnt change enough. After some 10 sessions – hmm i had concussion as a child i wonder if i had some seizures or adverse reactions. The bastards tried to kill my personality – afterwards they were not the only ones – well they did their worst and gave me a label – skitzophrenic. Sure i was out of the loop at the time but not one soul tried to speak to me – ask me anything other than what i felt – just cut and dried.
After that it was heavy drug therapy, my weight blossomed – i could only sit in a chair and eat. i can remember at the time mother saying how nice i was. Sure i said nothing and was only there in spirit, nothing else.
I was released after 6 months and warned i would have to take drugs for the rest of my life – without them i would be hopeless and would be seriously ill.
(within 3 years i had got my dream job and was working 12 hours a day as a laboratory tech without qualifications – doing chem bacti and physical analyses at the north tawton chese plant – i did that for 2 years.)
There it is – europes largest automated cheese plant – the installation bottom mid is actually the morinaga bio active effluent plant – had a lot of fun there.
The first time i broke my leg and went home i actually had the strength to stop taking the drugs – fentazim and kemadrin – 12 tablets a day. There were of course serious withdrawl symtoms but i could manage because i was on my own – mother and elder sister were away. When i was rehospitalised after the leg was broken again i was threatened with sectioning if i did not take the drugs i had so desperetly stopped taking.(one senior nurse stood up for me but i felt that was not enough and anyway another nurse became in charge and her i did not trust.) That was why i left – i was also told nothing about the condition of the leg. on reflection the drugs i was taking were flouride based – so they would definatly have had some effect on bone structure. see by then id been taking them for some 10 years – so what is 12 a day multiplied by 10 years.