The 3 Day Juice Fast And Cleanse And Mucous Free Diet

 "Claire de Lune" plays off a scratchy record, as I sit here still feeling the effects of the box of creme filled chocolate rolls that I ate about 66 hours ago now.

I am learning valuable lessons that will help me in the practice of treating people with eczema, without the use of drugs or topical creams, or cortisone shots every two weeks "to knock the inflammation down," should I ever decide to hang a shingle up as a natural healer of some sort. This one being that some things remain in the system for days and can trigger allergic reactions to other things just by their presence.

Dom* returned yesterday afternoon from the hospital, and I just happened to be stepping out of my place when the elevator door opened and he sallied forth with his right arm in a sling, and his left thumb wrapped in medical tape.

I walked with him, up to his apartment, which had remained unlocked throughout his almost 24 hour ordeal of being treated for a dislocated shoulder and a broken thumb; leaving mine unlocked with the bike just outside waiting to take me to Rouses Market, where I intended to get alkaline water and juice, to keep the cleanse going.

I rolled a few cigarettes for him using his rolling machine, as he was unable to do so; and then opened a bottle of grape juice for him. 

He then asked me if I would get him a couple things while at Rouses, handing me his EBT card, and a small piece of paper with his pin number written on it.

I was impressed by how calm and reasonable he was, having been "dried out" by the hospital staff while they were patching him up -the reason, I'm sure that they had kept him for so long for just a dislocated shoulder and broken thumb. He couldn't remember the details of his accident of falling down the stairs but remembered enough to thank me for having called 911 on his behalf.

I left for Rouses Market, but decided to go to Winn Dixie instead; where I got him the roast beef and chicken salad that he had wanted. 

After I got back to Sacred Heart, I found that he was already expecting me, having checked the balance on his EBT card periodically so that he knew, within a few minutes, when I was at the register, and when to expect me back. He even already knew that I had remembered to get both items, from looking at the same balance. I was amazed at how normal he seemed, seeing him for the first time without a half gallon of whiskey in him.

Dom (*as I finally know to be his actual name from looking at his EBT card) was talking about going to the OctaPharma blood plasma place to sell his plasma for 60 dollars, the very next day after he fell down the stairs and broke bones. 

His main concern was that the OctaPharma people might turn him away after noticing the mark left by the IV drip that the hospital had used, thinking that he had shot up some drugs. He was planning upon proffering them his other arm -the one that had been dislocated at the shoulder and then popped back in- after going in the place minus the splint and the thumb wrappings.

He told me that they didn't require proof of vaccination at that place, and suggested that I go along with him the next time he goes. Since it has been about 3 years since I donated plasma there, I would be taken in as a "new" donor, given a short physical, and then given 100 dollars for the 450 milliliters that they would take from me. Dom would receive a referral bonus of 25 bucks, for bringing me there.

I was astonished to hear that they had no vaccine police at the entrance to such a place. Donating plasma gives a blow to the immunity system, and there, the non-vaccinated would be laying there, strapped to their extraction machines that are all lined up in rows, with something like 24 at a time being processed, all of whom having their own immune systems taxed; and yet no proof of vaccination required. They are a Swiss owned company, by the way.

Their other regulations are so stringent that I can remember being turned away one time because my blood protein level was just under the threshold or I had lost too much weight between visits. If you have ever been to The Sudan, I think it was, then you are ineligible to donate, etc. or even if you know someone who is an intravenous drug user.

Of course, anyone who wants to sell their plasma learns through the grapevine to "Just answer all the questions 'no' except for the one that's 'Are you feeling well and healthy today?'" That one, you have to answer "yes," even if sneezing on the touch screen while doing so.

I'm debating upon whether or not to go busk some, now. It is about 3 in the afternoon and is maybe about 58 degrees outside. A little chilly on the ride there, but perfectly fine once the playing starts, and the layers of clothing start being peeled off in between the first few songs. I usually am down to just a tee shirt in 58 degree weather after just a couple songs.

I'm still working on the mindset needed to go out and play 6 nights a week, like I used to do.