The blood thinning drug has aided quite a bit with Biofilm reduction. I woke one morning and thought, "I can taste my own mouth!", which was then a somewhat begrudged luxury as I had vomited the night prior and could taste the acid from my throat.
Biofilm is a crucial element of the disease, a behavioral mine of community and coagulation. Numerous types of illness include such a phenomenon, which is characterized of bacterial colony within the barricade of protective glop. These centers of politic are formed of their own democracy over time, congealing strands of strain together through chemical communication. Most patients of Chronic Lyme Disease experience this plasma on some sort of level. Numerous patients experience only temporary relief from treatment due to the lack of awareness. If you refrain from dissolving the gel surrounding the formations of blood born bacteria, you can not effectively kill them. So I hear. Lyme is on a 'so I hear' basis because it differs greatly between those who exist with it. More information can be found
here.
I began to see aspects of this particular ilk of secretion about two years ago when the "Depression" peaked in cycle.
"You know what's weird? Whenever I get depressed, my saliva turns to foam."
"I think they call that Rabies."
Ah, friends. Makes me smile even still.
From foam to phlegm to both, saliva is but one example. Supplements can be utilized for the treatment of Biofilm. My current regime includes:
1) Bolouke (Earth Worm protein extract- you can dissolve this in your coffee, oh how Seattle of you)
2) Wobenzyme
2) Plantizyme
3) Triphala
4) Heperin
Not a chance in hell. Too bad the bowels of Hades happen to be within my torso.
As of late, I've turned to Audio books to supply me with a little hipsteristential effervescence. I've currently finished 'The Metamorphosis' by Franz Kafka. If not for my bleeding heart, I would feel so utterly cool. I identify with Gregor, in a small way. Maybe I simply like thinking of myself as a beetle from the mind of an ambiguous social figure who bears an altogether separate meaning when experienced through his actual work. It feels as if you must read the novel alongside it's review, as if it were somehow beyond the grasp of the other than esoteric. Ah well, plenty of stretching room for either rumination, treatment is meandering quietly, asking those under its influence (me) to be patiently fruitful. I'm ripe already! For what you ask? I don't know either. There's a period when you feel as if you are going to burst, then burst, then discover the length of what is yet to be traversed. Prediction is futile, so I hear.
The blood thinning drug has aided quite a bit with Biofilm reduction. I woke one morning and thought, "I can taste my own mouth!", which was then a somewhat begrudged luxury as I had vomited the night prior and could taste the acid from my throat.
Biofilm is a crucial element of the disease, a behavioral mine of community and coagulation. Numerous types of illness include such a phenomenon, which is characterized of bacterial colony within the barricade of protective glop. These centers of politic are formed of their own democracy over time, congealing strands of strain together through chemical communication. Most patients of Chronic Lyme Disease experience this plasma on some sort of level. Numerous patients experience only temporary relief from treatment due to the lack of awareness. If you refrain from dissolving the gel surrounding the formations of blood born bacteria, you can not effectively kill them. So I hear. Lyme is on a 'so I hear' basis because it differs greatly between those who exist with it. More information can be found here.
I began to see aspects of this particular ilk of secretion about two years ago when the "Depression" peaked in cycle.
"You know what's weird? Whenever I get depressed, my saliva turns to foam."
"I think they call that Rabies."
Ah, friends. Makes me smile even still.
From foam to phlegm to both, saliva is but one example. Supplements can be utilized for the treatment of Biofilm. My current regime includes:
1) Bolouke (Earth Worm protein extract- you can dissolve this in your coffee, oh how Seattle of you)
2) Wobenzyme
2) Plantizyme
3) Triphala
4) Heperin
Not a chance in hell. Too bad the bowels of Hades happen to be within my torso.
As of late, I've turned to Audio books to supply me with a little hipsteristential effervescence. I've currently finished 'The Metamorphosis' by Franz Kafka. If not for my bleeding heart, I would feel so utterly cool. I identify with Gregor, in a small way. Maybe I simply like thinking of myself as a beetle from the mind of an ambiguous social figure who bears an altogether separate meaning when experienced through his actual work. It feels as if you must read the novel alongside it's review, as if it were somehow beyond the grasp of the other than esoteric. Ah well, plenty of stretching room for either rumination, treatment is meandering quietly, asking those under its influence (me) to be patiently fruitful. I'm ripe already! For what you ask? I don't know either. There's a period when you feel as if you are going to burst, then burst, then discover the length of what is yet to be traversed. Prediction is futile, so I hear.