*Continuance of “My Story” starting with Blog #1: When your life flashes before your eyes in a flood gate of memories…
The start of Step 2, the “Pathogen Purge”, meant starting new supplements designed to detoxify pathogens in a person’s body.
I started all the supplements at the full dosage. I knew I was going to feel miserable whether I started them at a quarter or half dosage, or full strength. The supplements had an immediate and direct impact on my gut. The first few days were miserable for me. My symptoms were all exacerbated. My abdomen was very bloated, making it difficult to breathe deep. Headaches were constant and intense, especially immediately after taking the supplements. My left upper abdomen, underneath my ribs, hurt deep inside the core of my being, going straight through my body into my back. I was waking up in the wee hours of the morning, although not consistently every night. And, I was still constipated since the start of the program.
One morning about a week into the Pathogen Purge, I had a close call. I got up from bed not feeling well. I hadn’t slept much that night. I got up looking very pale, had a pounding headache, was nauseated, had an upset stomach and a bloated, hurting abdomen. By the time I had managed to change from my pajamas into clothes, walked upstairs into the living room, I laid back down on the couch. I felt I had used up all my energy. I laid there for a while, then the hot and cold sweats started. Dang it. I thought. I was on my left side holding my abdomen and back in utter pain. I was nauseated when I had woken up during the night, and it had only continued getting worse. My head felt like it was going to explode. I closed my eyes, praying it would all get better.
Mom had come into the kitchen which is just off the living room where I was, with no wall between the areas. She didn’t know I was laying there. She started doing a task and then stopped. In the silence, I moaned to get her attention. She came over to me immediately, looking at me with grave concern.
“What’s going on? You’re in pain.” She stated knowingly. At the same time stomach cramps ripped through my abdomen. I had been laying on my left side with my legs extended straight out, but as the searing pain ripped like an electrical current, my legs immediately drew up to my chest into the fetal position. “Do you need to go to the emergency room?” She asked.
I shook my head “no” in response.
Over the course of the next fifteen minutes the pain increased. “Where is your pain, Kelly? What can I do to help you? Do you want some water?” I pointed to where the pain was and she reached out, touching my abdomen. Her gentle touch hurt, so I grabbed her hand and threw it off my abdomen. I have a very high pain tolerance but this pain was off my pain chart, making it unbearable. The cramps continued, each growing worse than the last. My breathing was very shallow as I couldn’t take deep breaths. I held my bloated abdomen. The heat pouring off of my abdomen was hot. It felt like it was on fire! It hurt to touch it, so I moved my hands towards my chest, withering in pain. The lightening bolts of pain continued, sporadic as a thunder storm, never knowing when they would strike. My headache got so intense that I couldn’t open my eyes. Alternating hot and cold sweats had turned to just hot sweats pouring off my body. I was nauseated and completely miserable. I was reacting harshly to the supplements.
Mom got a cool wet wash cloth, attempting to cool me down. She brought a glass of water with, helping me get a small drink down before another bolt of pain ripped through me. For another twenty minutes I battled the striking pains. It felt like an eternity had passed before the pain subsided. I would had loved to let sobs out from deep inside my soul, but I couldn’t. Instead, I did what I had learned over the course of the last few years. Ever so quietly and softly, tears flooded down my face. I didn’t stop them. The damn had broke loose. Mom cried with me, slightly begging she asked, “Kelly, are you SURE you don’t need to go to the emergency room?”
Mom had asked me this same question dozens of times in the last few years. My answer was still the same. “No. We’d just be paying a ton of money for me to use their bathroom. I don’t need to throw up all over their floor when I can do it ‘comfortably’ right here at home. Doctors would try putting me on medications, making me more sick.” Pain grabbed my abdomen, searing threw me like a hot lightning bolt again. I cried out, withering in pain. It finally passed and I finished my thoughts. “The doctors would want to run thousands of dollars of tests. As before, they’d all come back ‘normal’. I would then get labeled Irritable Bowel Syndrome again. So, do I want to go to the emergency room? NO!”
“Kelly, I can’t handle seeing you in all this pain. I feel absolutely helpless. There is nothing I can do.” Mom softly cried. That said, another pain started deep inside my abdomen. I was completely immobile. My mom put her hand ever so gently, onto my low back as I unsuccessfully attempted to muffle a shout in agonizing pain. I was drenched in sweat. I thought, my head is going to explode, and my gut is too. I could do absolutely nothing to stop the pain. My gut burned like FIRE. My abdomen, going into my back three dimensionally, felt like a furnace. The burn started from deep inside the inner most part of my body.
“Pray Mom. That’s what you can do for me.” I finally responded to her. The fire was ragging intensely.
During the last few years, I had times that I was immobile because of this same kind of pain. However, it usually lasted between half an hour up to 2-3 hours. More often than not I’d been successful to limp through it. This time, I couldn’t wither away from the pain. It hurt so bad that I couldn’t move when I tried. If the pain gets any worse I’m not sure I will be able to handle it. I had been immobile over the entire course of this time on the couch. My whole body hurt from the trauma it was enduring. I put my head over the side of the couch into the garbage can beside me. My stomach wretched. Nothing came out except acid. I spit, feeling helpless. My body was in shock.
God help me, I prayed deep inside my heart. After one more wave ripped through me, the pain slowly got less intense. Mom, seeing my pain had diminished to a bearable state, decided to contact GTin5’s customer service team. She labeled the email URGENT, hoping that they would read her important message. In the email she described my pain, telling them details of the shock and how I had been immobile from the current pain. She asked them questions, trying to get help for me. Mom prayed the customer service team would read her urgent email and get back with answers.
Half an hour had passed. I felt better. I attempted moving from the fetal position. Success! My legs shook, hesitantly. The hot sweats had ended. The cold sweats started. After a few minutes of laying straight with my legs fully stretched out, I wanted to get up and change clothes. I’d been wet with sweat. I also wanted water. I reached for my glass of water unsteadily, as my head was spinning. As my head started to fall towards the floor, I put my arm out catching myself as Mom grabbed my upper body. She helped push me back onto the couch, while grabbing the glass of water. I slowly sat up from the couch, managing a few cool sips of water from the glass.
After, I tried to stand hanging onto the couch, feeling exhausted. My abdomen was so woozy, I sat back down. Mom and I discussed what we both thought my abdominal pain was from. I knew deep in my heart it was a result of the supplements were doing in my body, trying to extract the toxins built up inside of me. As I shared my thoughts with Mom, she smiled, agreeing with me. “I can’t stop taking the supplements, Mom. I know they are doing exactly what I need them to be doing to detoxify the pathogens inside of me. I’m going to continue taking them.” I stated softly.
“I agree. Those are my thoughts exactly, Kelly. I love you!” Mom said and we shared a smile.
“Thanks, Mom. I love you too!” After a few more minutes of talking the pain started again. I was absolutely exhausted from the last rounds. How was I going to endure yet another excruciating escapade?
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