Heavy Metals the Hard Way, Part 1

A Controversy that Has No Reason to Exist, My Personal Experience

Ever get the feeling that the universe is slapping you in the face, trying to get your attention?

I'd like to say that this is the only time that something crazy has happened to me—But sadly, no. Kinda thought I’d have reached my quota of weird stuff after all I’ve been through. Like I’ve said in other articles about the bad things I’ve endured, if the suffering that I’ve gone through can help others out there, then at least it won't have all been in vain.

We can only dance through the raindrops for so long. Here’s the umbrella I didn’t have. Hoping folks out there stay dry.

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It was at 9:10 PM, on April 29th, 2024, while doing nothing in particular, that I was overcome by a sudden neurologic event which rendered me fully incapacitated for about 10 seconds. Ferocious and violent, the best way I can describe the experience is that it felt like my head was exploding. I tried to call for help, but I couldn’t even dial 911. After the acute event I continued to have aftershocks, for lack of a better term, for about an hour—Vertigo, fatigue, and feeling generally out of it.

I was in the neurologist’s office three days later.

“It sounds like you had a partial seizure,” he said, “but first we have to do MRI’s to rule out other potential causes.” And I agreed. Thankfully the scans were normal.

But by a week after that first neurologic event, the frequency of these episodes had markedly increased—I was having about 100 per day. It was, in a word, brutal. My life was completely turned upside down.

My neurologist ordered an EEG to check for seizures, but the first available appointment was 6 weeks out.

“What? Are you kidding me?!” I asked the scheduling department person, “There’s got to be something sooner.”

“Sorry doctor, it’s been insanely busy. I’ve been working here a long time and I’ve actually never seen it like this,” she said.

Given that both Covid and Covid mRNA vaccines have been linked to seizures, it doesn’t seem strange at all, just sad and very messed up.

Organic Schmorganic

With dementia in both parents, I think it's fair to say that I may not have the greatest genetics. And to think, I used to lament my hair loss genes when I was younger.

So I started sage, rosemary, and thyme teas because components of these herbs may be beneficial, potentially protecting against dementia. I bought them online—They were organic, so how bad could they be?

It turns out that organic doesn't mean that something wasn’t grown next to a farm that isn’t organic—Pesticide drift is a significant problem. Nor does it mean that it wasn’t grown next to a gas station or a coal-burning electric plant. It also doesn’t mean that it was third-party tested for heavy metals and other environmental toxins.

Organic just isn’t enough to ensure food safety in this toxic world that our myopic and easily corruptible species has created.