Help, It’s a Heart attack?? Not!!!

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First time it happened, I was 20, on a bus with my toddler in Sacramento and I had an intense pain and it started in my chest and went straight to my back and my arm felt weird…

Get off the bus near a hospital and go to the ER and they find nothing… NADA, no one checked the Pancreas…

That went on and still goes on and it happened right after dinner and I got on the heating pad!!!

Fish is supposed to be okay and as long as you don’t fry it in oil, it’s healthier… Right???

Nope, if it is breaded, it ads more starch, carbohydrates and most of all FAT!!!!!!!!!!!

I hit the bed after 8pm and by 11pm, it is letting me know, sleep isn’t on the menu and it was going to be toss and turn to make that pancreas happy…. and 13 hours after eating supper last night, it’s happy and it isn’t going well for me…

But I didn’t lose anymore weight, I am stable for the moment… but my insides hurt like a son of a bitch and that my friends, is what I have lived with since Freda beat a 5 year old, because she got embarrassed and being embarrassed was more important than her own first borns life and he took said life in despair of betrayal by his own mother, Freda, my mom…

What I thought was a healthy meal last night, turned into my nightmare and this is why…

Oven fried fish is okay, no oil, just a olive oil spray and only difference, what we had, all of it was breaded and because of that breading, it flooded me with carbs, starch, fats and some sugars, everything I am supposed to watch for, so as not to aggravate the pancreas and oh boy did I aggravate… Because, it was sooooo good….

Until I get the diagnosis that I have EPI deficiency, my diet is going to cost me weight and I mean lots… I could easily lose 10 pounds in 3 days, been there done that…. It’s part of what I have lived with since I was tiny…

Look for the injuries…

So I got up this morning after playing on social media and did some research and this is what I found…

Because this makes more sense than anything else and what else is important, the doctor on the Big Island said she didn’t think my nerve damage was from what I thought it was from and now, I am starting to understand what she is saying, why???

My feet…

Since around 2008, my feet want to seize and curl under and what that is from everything seizing up from my brain, down to my feet and I have been struggling to get them to stop… Well, that’s changing because of a couple things I am doing…

1…. The diet changes have made communication between nerves and the brain better…

2…. Treating my body like I have a issue, I don’t remember the name, but It means, I have to stretch, and do it at least ever other day and by doing so, I am giving those nerves that are compressed some room to breathe…

I always thought my nerve damage was directly related to the physical injuries I sustained from the beatings and now I am learning, this pancreas issue, cause’s nerve damage???!!! Is this a EUREKA moment???

I don’t know… and that may explain why no doctor was able to figure anything out, because they limit themselves on knowledge and do what government employees do… “Job Description only” and that way, they can’t be held liable for malpractice…. Sounds soooo christian doesn’t it???

Anyhow, if I am right and it looks like between the fistula in my brain and we know there was one, because that’s what bled on Japan and is on the MRI, so, no arguing that point and we know my pancreas is unhappy, due to the CT scan done in the ER…

I think, mind you a dangerous thing to do, but I think… We have my answer’s…

I have physical injuries, I have internal injuries and I have a pancreas and a brain vessel issue and it all stems from Don and Freda Bagwell beating on a child to keep the secret of Freda’s multiple affairs…

Told ya,

I remember….😉😘

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