Small veins person

Me after my latest emergency trip. 5/13/2022


-The smile represents what the medical field wants us to believe about their expert abilities. All the ads on TV are filled with happy promises.
-The bruises are the reality of an ER trip in my case, and the “professional” results from five pokes in order for the nurses to get some blood and an IV in.
To all the nurses out there that may read this, please keep in mind not everyone has nice big veins that are easy to find. I’m so tired of the bruising and pain I have to go through only to get an IV in or have some blood drawn for tests. I’m sure I’m not alone.

For those who would like to read about an ER story, read on, for anyone else it may be too boring so go for a walk in nature:)

On Friday evening, May 13th of this year, around 8:45 pm, Chet and I walked into the Swedish ER in Ballard. About four weeks ago I had sharp stabbing pain in my left side around my heart, scapula, left side of my neck, back of my head, and stomach, followed by nausea and an inability to complete a full breath. Once the pain eased a constant ache remained, at times more painful than others followed by a difficulty while breathing only on my left side. When nausea increased and fever hit me- now it’s been about two weeks later- I thought I should do the responsible thing and go to the ER. After being poked three times, without any success to find a vein and introduce the IV, a different nurse tried it a fourth then a fifth time followed, and a botchy, painful job was in progress as the needle kept moving under my skin looking for a cooperative vein. The pain brought on nausea followed by a faint feeling.
“I’m not feeling well. Can I have some water?”
“Sorry, we can’t give you water yet, not before taking some blood.” Made sense.
“I’m nauseated and I feel like I’m going to pass out.”
“It’s a good thing you’re already lying in a bed, would you…” But I never heard the rest as I passed out. A fraction of a second before passing I realized something.
“I walked in here on my own two feet. Will I walk out the same way? Will Chet “-who was waiting in the car parked outside due to Covid protocol and a stark similarity to hospital protocols during communism back in Romania, interesting- “receive an awful news?” Complications, bad reactions, and medical mistakes happen all the time in hospitals.
“I will find out in a moment, one way or another. I will wake up either on this side of the world or the other one, but I will wake up.” I was not scared. Not one bit. I let go. I accepted. I know one way or another I will be alright, but then my mind got sucked into a world filled with lots of images, glimpses of life, a brighter world, a world where colors were deeply intense, a content sort of happy world. My mind was someplace else and the only things I recollect after I woke up were the image of a man in a green shirt, and splashes of orange. I was perfectly happy and calm and I felt no fear. Then the beautiful images bled into a dark matter as I heard a voice coming from far away.
“Carmen! Carmen! Can you hear me? Wake-up! Can you hear me?”
“Sort of, but I can’t see you.” I thought. In the past I would’ve expected my body to follow all the orders received by doctors, to do what everybody else wanted out of me. I would push it to please the others. I never took the time to listen to what my body needed. I never gave it permission to tell me what it required in times such as these. Not this time. I must’ve learned a good lesson these past few years for now I stood still in utter peace.
“She’s having a seizure!” a voice shouted but I was walking a lonely road between the images and the blackness without a care in the world. Then there was only blackness, thick, and it took time to dissolve. First, it happened in patches, not at all in a neat pattern, then I saw forms moving as thought through thick fog or milky air.
“Do you know where you are?”
“No.” the mind spoke
“Carmen! Can you hear me?” These words were repeated over and over and I was confused. Was I dreaming? Maybe not. But my body was frozen, detached, unplugged from reality.
“It’s okay, body. Take your time. I’m here with you. I care about you, we’ll be alright. I know they hurt you but we both know this is temporary and as long as I got you you’ll be okay. Rest. Let them agitate, whoever they are, you take your time. You heal at your speed, not theirs.” And the body took its time. (Could this be God speaking? Or a neurological symptom of a flawed conscious? Both?)
“These look like absent seizures to me, don’t you think?
“Get the doctor. Her eyes were fluttering.”
“Why would he say there’s nothing interesting here to see?” a whisper spoke.
“Don’t know, but these look like absent seizures to me, don’t they look like that to you?” another whisper.
“Go get him. These are seizures.” noise, footsteps, a male voice.
“Carmen! Can you hear me?
“Yes, but I can’t speak, or move, or fix my eyes on your face. My body is frozen.”
“Yes, these are seizures but something else, it does not present as a typical seizure, yet… it’s odd, … a panic attack? Epilepsy?”
“Maybe she’s faking it. Do you think?”
“Don’t know. Grab her arm and drop it.” Something I faintly felt slapped my head and face but I was frozen. No movement. No eye blinking. Frozen.
“No, she’s not faking it.”
“Do the other arm.”
“Okay.” Another faint touch to my head and face, more frozen. I was aware, but could not respond, at least the body could not. I was still a little confused if I was dreaming or not.
“You can’t fake that.” Some lights flashed in my unblinking eyes and moved in and out. No blinking. My eyes just stared straight ahead. I could not focus on their faces no matter how insistent they were. Where was I? I think in a hospital, but I wasn’t quite sure.
“Carmen! Can you hear me?” My chest was being rubbed by knuckles more than once, I think I got pinched, but all I could do was stare at the ceiling. I was there and I wasn’t. Present. Watching. But not there, at least not the way they wanted me to be. I was inside an unresponsive body. I could not feel its pain yet, which came later as soul, spirit, and body began to connect again, until then there was a disconnect. Once connected I felt the pain. It was a PCR test in the second nostril that brought the soul and body closer to connection and three days later I can still feel my sternum bones hurting from the knuckles rubbing done on me.
“Give her…for her seizure. A low dose, since the head neurologist isn’t sure what this is.”
“Welcome back! Do you know where you are?
I nodded yes
“Where?”
“Hospital.”
“What’s your name?”
“Carmen Mcknight, yet the words came out with great difficulty and somewhat unintelligible since my mouth and facial muscles were refusing to cooperate.
“That looks like a seizure to me.” One nurse spoke and flashed more lights in my eyes. Still no response. But I was slowly coming out of whatever this seizure, not seizure episode was.
Once the seizure activity was resolved more tests were done and besides the presence of blood, epithelial cells, and lymphocytes in the urine, and other blood test results a little off, everything looked good. Ahh, with the exception of the tachycardia (140). So I got admitted to the hospital and put under supervision then sent home the next day without treatment for the infection- other than one dose of intravenous antibiotic- or a diagnosis. And this ladies and gentlemen is the western medical system in our country.
The most amazing part of this whole experience was the presence of calm and absence of fear. Complete absence of fear I may add. The serenity and calm I felt were absolute. Was it all the prayers sent to the heavens by my family? Was it a medical issue that happens when the brain lacks oxygen and goes into a state of shock? Could be, yet my oxygen levels were normal the whole time. I like to think I was part of the living present. Watching. Observing. Not afraid. Because one way or another I would be alright. Most people call it God, others call it an energy, others call it a spirit, no matter, I know it was there with me, and I with it. I was alright. I would be alright. The End.

P.S. I did get annoyed once I got home and my bruises began hurting. Can’t be perfect even if I want to:)

For I am the Lord your God
who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, Do not fear;
I will help you.Isaiah 41:13

Small veins, people

Me, after my latest emergency trip- 5/15/2022
  • The smile represents what the medical field wants us to believe about their expert abilities. All the ads on TV are filled with happy promises.
  • The bruises are the reality of an ER trip in my case, and the “professional” results from five pokes in order for the nurses to get some blood and an IV in.
  • To all the nurses out there that may read this, please keep in mind not everyone has nice big veins that are easy to find. I’m so tired of the bruising and pain I have to go through only to get an IV in or have some blood drawn for tests. I’m sure I’m not alone.

For those who would like to read about an ER story, read on, for anyone else it may be too boring so go for a walk in nature:)

On Friday evening, May 13th of this year, around 8:45 pm, Chet and I walked into the Swedish ER in Ballard. About four weeks ago I had sharp stabbing pain in my left side around my heart, scapula, left side of my neck, back of my head, and stomach, followed by nausea and an inability to complete a full breath. Once the pain eased a constant ache remained, at times more painful than others followed by a difficulty while breathing only on my left side. When the nausea increased and fever hit me- now its been about two weeks later- I thought I should do the responsible thing and go to the ER. After being poked three times, without any success to find a vein and introduce the IV, a different nurse tried it a fourth then a fifth time followed, and a botchy, painful job was in progress as the needle kept moving under my skin looking for a cooperative vein. The pain brought on nausea followed by a faint feeling.

“I’m not feeling well. Can I have some water?”

“Sorry, we can’t give you water yet, not before taking some blood.” Made sense.

“I’m nauseated and I feel like I’m going to pass out.”

“It’s a good thing you’re already lying in a bed, would you…” But I never heard the rest as I passed out. A fraction of a second before passing I realized something.

“I walked in here on my own two feet. Will I walk out the same way? Will Chet “-who was waiting in the car parked outside due to Covid protocol and a stark similarity to hospital protocols during communism back in Romania, interesting- “receive an awful news?” Complications, bad reactions and medical mistakes happen all the time in hospitals.

“I will find out in a moment, one way or another. I will wake up either on this side of the world or the other one, but I will wake up.” I was not scared. Not one bit. I let go. I accepted. I know one way or another I will be alright, then my mind got sucked in a world filled with lots of images, glimpses of life, a brighter world, a world where colors were deepely intense, a content sort of happy world. My mind was someplace else and the only things I recollect once I woke up was the image of a man in a green shirt, and splashes of orange. I was perfectly happy, calm and I felt no fear. Then the beautiful images bled into a darkness matter as I heard a voice coming from far away.

“Carmen! Carmen! Can you hear me? Wake-up! Can you hear me?”

“Sort of, but I can’t see you.” I thought. In the past I would’ve expected my body to follow all the orders received by doctors, to do what everybody else wanted out of me. I would push it to please the others. I never took the time to listen to what my body needed. I never gave it permission to tell me what it required in times such as these. Not this time. I must’ve learned a good lesson these past few years for now I stood still in utter peace.

“She’s having a seizure!” a voice shouted but I was walking a lonely road between the images and the blackness without a care in the world. Then there was only blackness, thick, and it took time to disolve. First it happened in patches, not at all in a neat pattern, then I saw forms moving as thought through thick fog or milky air.

“Do you know where you are?”

“No.” the mind spoke

“Carmen! Can you hear me?” These word were repeated over and over and I was confused. Was I dreaming? Maybe not. But my body was frozen, detached, unplugged from a reality.

“It’s okay body. Take your time. I’m here with you. I care about you, we’ll be alright. I know they hurt you but we both know this is temporary and as long as I got you you’ll be okay. Rest. Let them agitate, whomever they are, you take your time. You heal at your speed, not theirs.” And the body took its time. (Could this be God speaking? Or a neurological symptom to a flawed concious? Both?)

“These look like absent seizures to me, don’t you think?

“Get the doctor. Her eyes were fluttering.”

“Why would he say there’s nothing interesting here to see?” a whisper spoke.

“Don’t know, but these look like absent seizures to me, don;t they to you?” another whisper.

“Go get him. These are seizures.” noise, foot steps, a male voice.

“Carmen! Can you hear me?

“Yes, but I can’t speak, or move, or fix my eyes on your face. My body is frozen.”

“Yes, these are seizures but something else, it does not present as a typical seizure, yet… it’s odd, … a panick attack? An epilepsie?”

“Maybe she’s faking it. Do you think?”

“Don’t know. Grab her arm and drop it.” Something I faintly fell slapped my head and face but I was frozen. No movement. No eye blinking. Frozen.

“No she’s not faking it.”

“Do the other arm.”

“Okay.” Another faint touch to my head and face, more frozen. I was aware, but could not respond, at least the body could not. I was still a little confused if I was dreaming or not.

“You can’t fake that.” Some lights flashed in my unblinking eyes moved in and out. No blinking. My eyes just stared straight ahead. I could not focus on their faces no matter how insistent they were. Where was I? I think in a hospital, but I wasn’t quite sure.

“Carmen! Can you hear me?” My chest was being rubbed by knuckles more than once, I think I got pinched, but all I could do was stare at the ceiling. I was there and I wasn’t. Present. Watching. But not there, at least not the way they wanted me to be. I was inside an unresponsive body. I could not feel its pain yet, that came later as soul, spirit and body began to connect again, until then there was a disconnect. Once connected I felt the pain. It was a PCR test in the second nostril that brought the soul and body closer to connection and three days later I can still feel my sternum bones hurting from the knuckles rubbing done on me.

“Give her…for her seizure. A low dose, since the head neurologist isn’t sure what this is.”

“Welcome back! Do you know where you are?

I nodded yes

“Where?”

“Hospital.”

“What’s your name?”

“Carmen Mcknight, yet the words came out with great difficulty and somewhat unintelligible, since my mouth and facial muscles were refusing to cooperate.

“That looks like a seizure to me.” One nurse spoke and flashed more lights in my eyes. Still no response. But I was slowly coming out of whatever this seizure, not seizure episode was.

Once the seizure activity resolved more tests were done and besides the presence of blood, epithelial cells and lymphocites in the urine, and other blood test results a little off, everything looked good. Ahh, with the exception of the tachycardia (140). So I got admited in the hopsital and put under supervision then sent home the next day without treament for the infection- other than one dose of intravenous antibiotic- or a diagnosis. And this ladies and gentlement is the western medical system in our country.

The most amazing part of this whole experience was the presence of calm and absence of fear. Complete absence of fear I may add. The serenity and calm I felt was absolute. Was it all the prayers sent to the heavens by my family? Was it a medical issue that happens when the brain lacks oxygen and goes into a shock state? Could be, yet my oxygen levels were normal the whole time. I like to think it was me aware of the present. Part of the present. Watching. Observing. Not afraid. Because one way or another I would be alright. A God assurance within me and around me. Or call it energy -the christians call it spirit- no matter, it was there with me and I with it. I was alright. I would be alright. The End.

Poezie

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Diavolul din piață. de Carmen McKnight

Diavolul sa dus la aprozar

Să cumpere o legătură de mărar.

Sa dus și pe la piața mare

Ca să mănâce o frigare

Și acolo eu l-am întâlnit

Când un kilogram de morcovi am dorit

De la omul care încerca și zarzavat călit să-mi vândă.

Dar am refuzat. Și am crezut că-o văd pe Ica

O prietenă ce am și-acuma și-n trecut,

Era doar o iluzie. Ce păcat. O amintire de demult. 

Când o lacrimă la un copil pe-obraz a apărut

“Nu-are cine să mă-ajute,” când el ușor a cam gemul

“Că-ci răul adânc la noi în casă a pătruns

Și tot mereu loveste cu avânt,

Din moș strămoși e-acolo, generații să distrugă

Și-acum pe mine mă poftește!”

Așa a plâns copilul la tejghea

Și vânzătorul care zâmbetul pe față mainainte îl avea

Cu glasul rece ca de gheață copilului-i vorbea

“Măi taci din gură și mergi acasă!” el a zis punându-mi morcovii în plasă.

Dar am știut că diavolul acuma morcovi-i vindea.

“Nu mulțumesc. M-am răzgândit. Pe altă dată,

Acasă morcovi eu aș mai avea.”

Dar diavolul cu ochii răi și inima de piatră

A presimțit ce va urma și a urlat

“Nicicum! Tu nu vei câștiga!” Eu i-am răspuns:

“Asta noi doi o vom vedea.”

Dar diavolul a dispărut, o gaură-n pământ el a făcut

De-o adâncime mare și de ne-ntrecut.

Dar după el spiritul meu l-a urmărit

Luând și trupul care nicidecum nu a dorit

Să meargă la o altă bătălie

Căci cu durerea ce-a să vină, o să-o simtă din avânt.

Și-n groapa morții cea adâncă am căzut

Și gheara întunericului cu vibrațiile ei neclare și cu greață mare

Ma străpuns. Tărână neagră peste ochi s-a pus… cam deajuns.

Dar eu urmam pe diavolul tot mai adânc. 

Ca un tunel de uragan el arăta:

Tunelul viselor ne-împlinite, 

Divorțului de sine, de altul și de Dumnezeu, abuzului și deznădejdi

A bolilor și a coșmarurilor cumplite,

A lacrimilor de durere și-a viselor înfrânte

Căci el colecționează cam cu zor

Tot ce e frânt, și rupt și putred și fără spor.

Era îngrozitor și spaima iute-a vrut ca pradă să mă ea

“Vei câștiga! Mergi cu nădejde, cu avânt, nu întârzia, 

că din prăpastia asta Eu te voi înălța. Tu singură nu ești,

în vena ta a mea prezență este și forță îți va da

și vei ieși din groapa morții și voi învinge, nu uita!” 

Și-atuncea am știut că orice negreală aș vedea

In adâncul prăfuit și singur și fără de speranță

La suprafața gropii iară voi ajunge unde-i viață

Și soarele răsare, aeru-i curat, viață măreață

Unde copilul trist eu voi putea să-alin

Că-n vene aveam pe Dumnezeul universului divin

Care-mi dădea putere, forță și curaj

Să-nving pe diavolul din piață

Și pace-n suflet am primit și siguranță pentru biruință.

Isaiah 54:17

Orice armă făurită împotriva ta va fi fără putere; şi pe orice limbă care se va ridica la judecată împotriva ta, o vei osîndi. Aceasta este moştenirea robilor Domnului, aşa este mîntuirea care le vine dela Mine, zice Domnul.“

Poezia asta este bazata pe un vis care l-am avut azi dimineata. Va doresc la toti o zi plina de nadejde si puterea sperantei. O zi binecuvantata va doresc la toti.

Can Claritin help cure Lyme disease?

https://www.lymedisease.org/claritin-lyme-balf-2/


“New research suggests that a common allergy medication may be effective in starving and killing the bacteria that cause Lyme disease.

Press release from Bay Area Lyme Foundation, Feb 10, 2015

A new study funded by the Bay Area Lyme Foundation and conducted by Stanford School of Medicine researchers shows that loratadine, which is a common antihistamine frequently taken to treat allergy symptoms, may be able to help kill Borrelia burgdorferi, the bacteria associated with Lyme disease. Lyme disease is a potentially debilitating condition with 300,000 new cases in the US each year. The study was published in the Open Access publication Drug Design, Development and Therapy.

“Our results bring us closer to the possibility of discovering the first targeted therapy to treat Lyme disease,” says Jayakumar Rajadas, PhD, Director, Biomaterials and Advanced Drug Delivery Lab (BioADD), Stanford School of Medicine, and lead author of the study. “It’s exciting to see first-hand that our insights into the metabolic activity of this elusive bacteria may give us the ability to actually kill it.”

The results of this new laboratory study show that loratadine (trade name: Claritin®) and specifically its metabolite, desloratadine, are able to prevent manganese (Mn) from entering the cell wall of the bacteria that causes Lyme disease, starving the bacteria and causing it to die in test tubes. The antihistamine accomplishes this by inhibiting the bacteria’s transport system, BmtA (Borrelia metal transporter A).

Manganese is required for certain metabolic processes of Borrelia burgdorferi and also plays an important role in numerous biological processes in the human body. Previous research shows that in general, bacteria scavenge the body for trace metals that circulate in the blood and have developed special adaptations on their cell walls to internalize these metals. These adaptations are called transport proteins, and BmtA is the specialized transport protein for Borrelia burgdorferi. BmtA binds with manganese to bring it into the bacteria, and studies have shown that BmtA and manganese are required to make the bacteria harmful to the human body[i]

“Because current treatments do not work for everyone and the bacteria that causes Lyme disease offers many treatment challenges, this study offers encouraging insights for researchers, and hope for the 80 million Americans at risk of getting Lyme disease,” Bonnie Crater, founder and Science Committee Chairperson, Bay Area Lyme Foundation, the leading private funder of innovative Lyme disease research in the US.  “We are grateful to the BioADD team for their commitment to finding solutions to this difficult disease.”

Currently, patients with Lyme disease are typically prescribed a 2–4 week course of antibiotics, but approximately 10 to 20% of patients treated with this regimen will have lingering symptoms of fatigue, pain, or joint and muscle aches[ii].

About Lyme Disease
Increasing in threat due to rising prevalence across the US, Lyme disease is a potentially debilitating infection caused by bacteria transmitted through the bite of an infected tick to people and pets. If caught early, most cases of Lyme disease can be effectively treated, but it is commonly misdiagnosed due to lack of awareness and unreliable diagnostic tests. There are about 300,000 new cases of Lyme disease each year, 10 times more than previously reported, according to statistics released in 2013 by the CDC. As a result of the difficulty in diagnosing and treating Lyme disease, as many as one million Americans may be suffering from the impact of its debilitating long-term symptoms and complications, according to Bay Area Lyme Foundation estimates.

[i]  Ouyang Z et al: A manganese transporter, BB0219 (BmtA), is required for virulence by the Lyme disease spirochete, Borrelia burgdorferi. Proc Natl Acad Sci U S A. 2009 Mar 3;106(9):3449-54.. http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/19218460

[ii] Wormser GP, et al.: Duration of antibiotic therapy for early Lyme disease. A randomized, double-blind, placebo-controlled trial. Ann Intern Med 2003 May 6;138(9):697-704. and http://www.cdc.gov/lyme/postLDS/

Getting back to normal life

Getting back to normal life after our vacation is harder than expected. I want to be in vacation mode for the rest of my life, or at least until I get bored of vacation:) You feel the same right? One thing this vacation showed me is that my level of health is far more advanced than I thought:) I am stronger than I even realized myself, so yeh!!!!!!!!! The sun and warmth a winter California offers helped a lot. As soon as we came towards mid Oregon and closer to Washington I felt a pressure on my cervical spine and joint ache a bit, so its definitely the weather and some pressure in the air we Washingtonians have to deal with during the winter times. I would move to California, if their politics were better, so I’ll have to find some other sunny place to move to:) Idaho? Maybe.

How is your winter going so far? What’s new in your life? I’d love to hear from you.

For those fighting from Lyme Disease and multiple co-infections, I’m going to share with you another great source of information: JP Davitt, admin of the Lyme Conquerors mentoring Lyme Warriors on Facebook. He has his personal Facebook page as well at https://www.facebook.com/groups/249582559735333/user/100008791033491

Or follow his youtube videos at: Lymefriends, https://youtu.be/oBXKCVt9Hls

Don’t forget to Subscribe and turn on notifications: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTt9… Lymetime Series:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3TO-… Lymefriends FREE Lyme IQ Program LYME IQ: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ip9n6… Join The Lymefriends Community ▶Get the App App Store: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/lymefri… Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/apps/de… ▶ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lymefriends/ ▶ Private Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/24958… Lymebook Preview: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list… ▶Get your Copy of the Lymebook: https://www.amazon.com/lymebook-Journ… ▶Checkout the Lymestore: https://lymestore.com/ ▶ For Inquires: info@lymefriends.com

Hope this can be of help to someone and bring you closer and faster to health:)

Have a great day today. God Bless:)

Road trip

We’ve been gone for almost two weeks on a Pacific west coast road trip and just got back. Alex came with us and together we had a wonderful time. We left Washington state, went down the Oregon coast, then California, Nevada, a little bit of Arizona, Utah, Idaho, then back to Oregon and Washington. I’m not glad to be back to the cold, rainy and gloomy state I live in. Some future changes must happen:) Here’s a little glimpse to our fun adventures:)

Oregon: Cannon Beach, Tillamook cheese factory, couple state Parks where we spent the night, Florence, Dune City where we drove ATV’s.

California: RedWoods National Park- Trees of Mystery Touristic attraction, Ventura city, Universal City, Hollywood sign, Hollywood walk of fame, Los Angeles, Santa Monica Beach, San Francisco

Nevada: Las Vegas

Arizona: passing through

Utah: Zion National Park- spectacular, Salt Lake City with the best authentic Thai restaurant called Sarah Thai Food,

Idaho: drove straight through it

Oregon: Baker City,

Washington: home. One day we were in 3 states: Woke un in Salt Lake City, Utah, drove right though Idaho where the most amazing blue skies and white clouds I’ve ever seen are, and entered Oregon, where we found a motel in Baker City and only junk food is available. Hard to find vegan, gluten-free organic restaurant food.

We had a wonderful time and made lots of great memories:)

Enjoy the pictures.