When Science Lies to You…

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Maggi, Vance AFB 1980, base housing

Ever think about it that way??? That science may have lied to you??? Not the scientist, but those guys did lie about nicotine and look how many that cost lives and they did lie about the radioactivity of those watches those young girls illuminated, as they illuminated those young bodies…

So, yea, science can lie to us, if their is a profit to make and guess who the guinea pigs are in human form???

YOU….

Decades ago, when I was told my IQ, I looked at them and said, that’s all well and good… but I don’t have an education, so how does knowing this number make my life better???

Numbers are like language and it is all based on what ever science was used to come up with it… We are only as smart as the knowledge we possess and then sometimes, arrogance is used instead of intelligence…

I told doctors back in 1978 how medications impacted my brain and got told I was full of it… Science came out many decades later and backed me up…

I told doctors that I had these symptoms of what ever was going on and to be honest, some of them tried real hard to figure it out and I put up road blocks…

I became hostile to science…

I can go back in time, to all those beatings my young body sustained and I can see, where I asked the rights questions, but because I didn’t have knowledge, I believed what I was told… I was lied to about science, by the very people supposedly meant to protect me…

My birth family and that’s counting parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles… All christians and all liars…

Lately, as I detox my body, or at least struggle to fight my cravings and stick to a stricter diet, even with my hiccups of adding something sweet, I am seeing changes… Not only in my physical form, but in the brain as well…

Yesterday I had planned a fat dinner, chicken fried steak in olive oil, lightly floured… mashed taters, gravy, steamed broccoli and wheat dinner rolls…

Then I read about mashed taters and how fast they convert into sugar, because of the cooking method… (better to eat a baked tater and not overcook it)… So, I changed out the taters and gravy for oven fried sweet potato, with very little butter, just enough to keep the slices from sticking to the pan…

That one change… removing the mased taters and gravy, it made my night and my morning better and almost feel natural, very little pain and for me, after decades of non stop pain in the morning, this is so nice…

I also still had esophageal spasm as I ate, the hiatal hernia is up high in my chest and even though nothing was spicy, the meat, triggered the reflux spasm… and I can’t take gerd drugs, they mess with my brain…

Between the sugar and the red meat… more changes are coming… We are working our way through our freezer and as the meals trigger issues with my digestion or pancreas, those meals are eliminated from future meals… Fortunately, my freezer is almost empty of red meat thanks to Trump…

So the flank steak was a problem, but hamburger, and the way I cook our roast, is something I hope to be able to continue to eat…

I am adding more turkey’s and whole chicken’s to my diet, so I am buying small turkey’s while they are available…

I never got the metabolic part of our bodies and the chemistry involved… The more I do to make my health better, it will also have a positive impact on Homer and his dementia…

Less sugar’s and fats and red meat, will be good for him too…

Daylight savings time aside, I was up at 4am, awake and alert… not in pain, but almost like my body was finally liking what I was giving it…

Have a wonderful day… We are still warm, in the low 80’s…

I remember…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

This is my story of survival…

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