November 05 2006

I had a doctor once -Dr. Edward Workman- who worked with me. I had severe clinical depression in 1994. He worked in conjunction with my shrink, Dr. William Clarkson. We found out that my body would reject anti-depressive meds real fast so Dr. Workman would change me off to another med as soon as I told him I felt like it stopped working. We switched from Zoloft to Wellbutrin and half a dozen other pills I barely recall all the names. But we went through them at varied lengths over a maybe 4 month period.

I could use another Edward Workman in my life, a doctor who would work with me and knock out some relatively simple medical issues that are preventing me from returning to Work. But, it isn't just work. It's my entire Life that has been on hold. I spend my days and weeks locked inside a kind of vise. I can't back up, can't go forward, can't escape the situation I am in because Roanoke physicians and doctors have completely dropped the ball in Roanoke Virginia.

So I got to thinking today that it is my responsibility to at least enlighten you about WHY I BREATHE THROUGH MY MOUTH FOR. And, of course, if you are not wanting to know just delete the e-mail and move on now. But I'll try to be concise as possible.

I am a large guy with a fair size brain that likes oxygen. My airways thru the nostrils are closed and restrict my breathing. I began 6-7 years ago with a sudden feeling that a #10 pencil had been shoved up my right nostril that hit me very suddenly. I mentioned it to my shrink and he wrote it down in his notes but there was no referral from him. That was the beginning and I have suffered from restricted air ever since.

It has caused me a great deal of breathing distress. I have been seen by 4 different Ear Nose & Throat specialists. Not a one helped, so it seems they all kind of agreed and thought since I was bipolar it must be "all in my head". Well, over the past 6 years I've spent over $4,500.00 for nutrition supplements to increase brain oxygenation and try to increase my nasal passages somehow. Ginkgo Biloba causes the brain arteries to expand, increasing the blood flow and the oxygen. Chlorella is able to cross the so-called "brain barrier" so that more super nutrition and oxygen gets in. I get chlorella from a product called Oxy-Nectar. When I first began using it a few years ago I invented for 3+ days non-stop but for sleeping, one idea after another, none of which I have been able to build or get funding to work on. Plus I had other ideas after those.

I spend my days in one level of distress or another. My nasal restriction is partly due to extra fat that swells the inner lining, and possibly an allergy. So basically, and apparently, if I was to lose some weight it would reduce the mouth breathing and then maybe the red color in my gums... Many of my "issues" preventing me from having a life reduces down to being overweight. My ankle and foot still bothering me, the gout sometimes acting up, many things stop me from a life and a paycheck. I've asked a number of doctors for additional help with weightloss and have tried here too. But I found out dieting harmed my health really bad and set me back.

So I got to researching it and after 18 months found the answer to probably be a condition called "C-RP" which is Creative Reactive Protein, a blood condition that is increased by extra abdominal fat. The source of this info was AARP Bulletin several years ago. The report said that anyone having it was UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES to attempt weightloss as losing weight causes a concentration of the protein in your bloodstream and it can be fatal.

That's why dieting caused me so much distress. My life was being threatened by chemicals. I have gobs of willpower but doctors and others have treated me badly, more or less insulting me as if I lacked it. I do not. According to the report Dr. Aaron, the only way I am supposed to attempt a restricted diet is in a hospital bed with nurses checking my blood every two hours... My thyroid leaves me a body temperature of 96.2, 96.4 degrees if I take thermogenics, but they are hard on my 55 year old bod.

I cannot lose weight without medical intervention unless I have a death wish. Reduced food intake lowers my already low body temperature into the 95 degree hypothermia range where human body organs begin to clot up their blood and die.

You and Jerri however did not give me any feeling of insult as doctors have, and I sure do appreciate that. I have gotten real tired of that treatment, so you guys were a breath of fresh air. But since so many of you seem to think it's causing this red color and distress in my face, I felt a responsibility to at least tell you what is going on.

For a while I suspected mold was setting roots inside my nostril, causing the lining to swell, so I started irrigating with 80% H2O/20% H2O2 and before trying that I used AMS Health Sciences' Ionized Silver with water. Right now I use neither. My nasal lining has dried and is sort of encrusted over so I'm leaving it alone instead of supplying it water to drink.

So I've been living locked in battle with white coats for over 6 years. Even Dr. Kellam thinks my issues are in my head. I believe he thinks he is a psychiatrist. I did not go to him for a shrink. I went to him for valid medical problems that he has consistently refused to help me with. I had to beg him for a DMV paper to get a handicapped parking sticker. Beg, Aaron, had to beg.

This year I have had 3 close calls with death. Dr. Malenchak saved me the first time. My lungs had suddenly filled with fluid for no reason I know of, and Dr. Kellam was off that day. A few months later I had some kind of virus or something got inside my skin, in the chin. It was tingling and spreading. It headed downward towards my diseased thyroid and other neck glands.

I lived and I recovered both times because Dr. Kellam was already left for home.

After 6 & 7 years of many varied medical issues some of which have approached a level of physical torture or even waterboarding, I have seen 4 Nose specialists and oh, probably 10 doctors and I still have and suffer from the same problems I had 7 years ago. The longer this situation continues the more the garbage piles up in the alley, which leads doctors to think I'm a head case... So now you know a part of what is going on with me. I live in a kind of hell-limbo, stasis, a suspended animation worthy of a Space traveler to Saturn.

Doctors at Lewis-Gale and the administrators there, doctors at Roanoke Memorial and their administrators, and 2 doctors at the Roanoke Ear Nose and Throat, all have decided I am human garbage when point of fact all they ever had to do was HELP ME WITH MY EXCESS WEIGHT and they would have avoided a great deal of pain. I've written numerous webpages concerning these struggles the doctor's lack of caring has caused me.

So it comes as no surprise to me the dominoes fall on me again because that has been my life for a very long time. If you would like to know what exactly happened, the following webpage link will give you a good overview of how all this started in 1989. But, I hope to God you have more going in your life than spend time reading it even if it is a short read.

My son William died watching my struggle to get medical help, and when he died this year from sudden leukemia all my chances went down the drain. I spend 6 years trying to self-diagnose myself and treat myself with nutrition products so I could have some time with him and his young family. My family.

Stolen in advance, before it even gets here I know it too is stolen. And that, Doctor, is my life. And that's why you did not detect any much concern when you said the biopsy word. I fear nothing. My heart beats, I breathe, but I have no life with remaining family members, most of whom have no expectations from me anymore. I'm the cripple waiting to die.

But before I die I left people enough Internet knowledge about what is going on here in Roanoke >
http://www.newpath4.com/RileyRevealsAllLettertofriendSeptember182006PassiveGenocideQuietKillingsofreligiousfolkinAmerica.pdf
http://www.newpath4.com/gentrylockerakesmoorefeelstobeapersonalwhoreseptember11200609112001.htm
http://www.newpath4.com/WhySoFastandFaultyMeds.htm
http://www.newpath4.com/getoveritdeathdoctor16stalksroanokevirginiasamatreatingphysicianspatientsresidentsfamilymembers.htm
Auschwitz Treatment, ongoing against Riley Family since 1989 Page 1
Auschwitz Treatment, ongoing against Riley Family since 1989 Page 2
Early cancer diagnosis for William's Dad would have saved William from 2006.
I asked 3 doctors to check me for cancer 5 years ago <> read what happened for all of us.

Last week the administrator (?) named Heimdall at Carillion visited my website. Lewis-Gale administrators visted my site last month for 3 days in a row. The lawyer group Gentry Locke Rakes & Moore visited my page about them last month for several days. Then after that I saw a courthouse bunch in Washington DC investigating my pages for 3 or 4 days too. Physicians and doctors have had this choice since 1989, of doing their job of healing or listening to their lawyer advisors. So far it looks like SITTING ON YOUR DEER-IN-THE-HEADLIGHTS HANDS & CLAMPING YOUR HOSPITAL-DOCTOR HEART PER YOUR LAWYER'S ADVICE WAS A MISTAKE.

They've destroyed my life with William and what family I have and they want to stop me legally but they cannot. I've burned them, not for the joy of burning your enemy but because DOCTORS WHO DO NOT DO THEIR JOB SHOULD BE AT HARDIE'S WASHING DISHES or BAKING BREAKFAST BISCUITS. And God willing I am going to help them get there where they should been a long time ago before they hurt others.

After 17 years artificially-prolonged disabilities I don't feel anger any more. I suffer from the same thing concentration camp survivors have. I don't feel much any more. Anger is a luxury I do not have. Anger takes too much energy and I spend all mine trying to heal myself so I can make my comeback.

Today is a red letter day for me. My pain in my face has a cause. I discovered it while taking a forced nap to escape it. I felt a muscle tic in my right face that is popping really fast, maybe 250 twitches a minute I expect. It's like a wire doing an electric shock dance in the flesh.

So each day, one day at a time, I try to crawl my way back to working and making a paycheck and help what family I have left. My oldest son is severe diabetic. He will be the next one to go. I hope it plays out differently, hope I recover to where I can have some time with him.

One thing I know for sure, if it happens it won't happen from the likes of the other doctors I have seen so far. They are clock punchers. Weasels who fail and then run to lawyers to protect them. They are, in fact, worthless scum actually. I feel dirty just from having met them. The bottom of the barrel, Gavin, who pretend to be doctors but do not know what the word means.