Background
This post is in response to a request from my husband's RIFE Lyme Disease Forum that somehow got onto the subject of MMS or Miracle Mineral Supplement. The supplement is not really a supplement in my opinion but a very controversial alternative medicine that can make you very sick after ingesting but once that hurdle is passed you usually emerge feeling better and sometimes cured. It works by oxidizing the pathogens in the body similarly to pouring peroxide on a cut. That said, they want to know more about my reaction after taking 20 drops of MMS with no prior intake.
First I must say that I bought MMS with no intention of ever taking it unless there was an emergency like Swine Flu or Malaria, etc. So when my husband started exhibiting Lyme disease symptoms, and my outdated Rife Machine took too long to work, I thought that constituted an emergency. So I started him with one drop, then 5, then 10, to which he had no reaction. The next step was 15 and then 20. But, being impatient, he skipped the 15 and went straight to 20... then left for work as if he just had a chocolate bar. So I thought, OK, this stuff must not be that bad, maybe it'll work on my Candida and give me a better understanding of what he is going through." (The things we do for love.)
I hope you find the humor in this as I did. Even as I was going through this ordeal, I couldn't help but to chuckle inside. Only those who have the link can view it as I have not made it a part of my altmedangel.com web site. I will remove this shortly so feel free to share it and smile while it's here.
Angel's
Experience With MMS
Since we live in the cold North East and I am allergic to heat, our house is extremely cold all the time. I put on my warmest fur robe and went downstairs to the kitchen to mix the concoction. The smell alone made me nauseous but I thought, "If Dave can do this, so can I." So down the hatch it went.
I immediately knew I was in trouble. I could barely keep it down and it was burning all the way. I quickly poured some distilled water into another glass and gulped it down trying to dilute the stuff in my stomach... followed by another glass and then a third. It seemed to work. Then at some point the water made it worse so I stopped. Then I got really hot and had a histamine reaction so off came the robe. Then I realized that my lower end needed attention so back upstairs I rushed leaving my robe behind.
Just as I sat down the phone rang. I figured it was Dave with his impeccable timing. He seems to have ESP and only calls when I'm indisposed. I was in there for awhile but when I emerged, there was no message on the phone so being that I was now cold, I hoped into bed under the nice warm covers. Not much time elapsed when the nausea kicked in again so back to the bathroom for me... but when I found myself cleaning the toilet, I figured it probably wasn't as bad as I feared so back to the nice warm bed.
After awhile things settled down and I got bored laying in bed waiting to get sick so I turned on the TV to distract myself. Lo and behold the cable was out. So I braved the cold and whisked across the room to grab the phone to call Comcast. Halfway through checking stuff and pushing buttons I started feeling ill again so I had to end the conversation and back to the bathroom I flew. As soon as I sat down, the phone rang. Of course I had left it on the bed. But when I emerged this time there was a message.
It was Dave telling me that he had a mild reaction to the MMS but was fine now. I called him back to hear him munching on animal crackers and asking if I wanted to go out to breakfast. I explained my predicament and told him that eating out was not in my foreseeable future. When I hung up the phone, I thought crackers sounded good. I knew I had saltines somewhere in the house so I planned out my strategy to brave the cold again and beeline for the crackers as quickly as possible to calm my queasy stomach, which was getting worse by the second.
Back to the kitchen, put on my robe (finally), search the cabinets (third one gets a hit), cracker tin on top shelf way in the back. I'm short... couldn't reach. All this moving around is making me really, really nauseous. I move stuff out of the way, throw stuff on the floor trying to reach the crackers. I jump up (not a good idea), stand on my very tippy toes and finally succeed in moving it a little so that bit by painfully slow bit I finally reach it. Halleluiah!
I get the tin down and the box is stuck inside. Can't get it out, open the box inside the tin, grab the opened sleeve, run to the sink hoping I can open it in time. The twisty is ancient and the paper has come off. I twist it one way and make it worse. I try the other and finally get it off. The long sleeve is twisted tight. I untwist and reach for it, sleeve too long, try again, can't reach... time's up.
At the risk of sounding gross, it really wasn't bad compared to my past experiences. All that came up the first three times was water. The yellow MMS mixture followed so I guess it never mixed in my stomach after all. But there was no acid, no pain, no odor, and no taste. However, I was getting hot again and another histamine reaction made the robe come off after enjoying the warmth for only a few minutes.
I then took a sip of distilled water and resumed my quest to eat a crisp saltine cracker. Every time I reached down the sleeve, the bag bunched up and prevented the cracker from emerging so I tried dumping them out on the counter. One was stuck and blocked the rest so that didn't work either. Tried ripping it open... no luck. Tried tearing at the seam... may as well have been made of steel. I think the wrapper was made at the turn of the century when they really built things to last.
I ended up finding a scissors to cut the long sleeve in half. So after all that time, with no small sense of accomplishment, I pulled out that first scrumptious morsel and bit into it... only to find that it was so stale it tasted like cardboard. I nearly gagged. All that work for the worst cracker I ever tasted in my entire life.
But the queasiness was still there so I surmised that my mouth may not like it but my stomach won't know the difference, so in it went. It took a whole minute to chew it and a few minutes before I could eat the other half. I couldn't stand to eat more than 2.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful and spent mostly in bed but one thing I noticed was that my 40 year old sinusitis disappeared within an hour after taking the MMS. I always thought it was a hidden sinus infection deep in the back but no antibiotic ever worked. Perhaps it was Candida, I don't know. All I know is I can breathe again without all that post nasal drip going on and my craving for sweets has totally disappeared.
Sometimes I wonder if the Almighty isn't looking down from above at all us humans scurrying around like ants. If you could peer into the life of each individual ant simultaneously, I imagine you would be bound to catch a few doing something stupid. Just as we smile at our pets, I wonder if the powers that be get a good belly laugh now and then. It makes me wonder if we are not the focus of some big cosmic joke. If that's the case, I know I do my part.
Angel
January 12, 2010