Getting the Mercury Out by Aine Ni Cheallaigh

Author:Aine Ni Cheallaigh [Cheallaigh, Aine Ni]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Capsule Press
Published: 2011-04-23T07:00:00+00:00

I staggered through the rest of my stay in London, and arrived home feeling beaten. Right after I got home, I had to peel myself up off the floor and present myself at the doctor’s office. I felt terrible. I looked terrible. But I’d done my research and I knew what I wanted. All I had to say was, I’m having persistent yeast problems and I need a prescription for Diflucan. I’d read that American doctors didn’t mind if you did the diagnosing and prescribing for them. It saved them time.

The practice was very nice, all modern glass and rough-hewn wood. I was shown into a room with two armchairs, a coffee table and not much else, and was told the doctor would be with me shortly. I found the room confusing. Where was all the medical paraphernalia? Where was the desk? Was the doctor going to just come in and sit in the other armchair and talk to me? That was so unlikely, doctors needed their props. This was probably just another waiting room.

After a few minutes, the door opened and a tall, skinny man with curly hair popped in. I jumped up, ready to follow him to the examining room, but after he shook my hand and introduced himself, he indicated the armchairs and we sat down.

“So,” he smiled broadly, “What can I do for you?”

I found the smile disconcerting. I’d never seen a doctor who seemed so happy to meet me before. But I knew my line and I trotted it out.

“I’ve been having persistent yeast problems,” I said. “And I need a prescription for Diflucan.”

“Sure, sure,” he said. “No problem. You’ve taken Diflucan before?”

“No,” I said. “But I’ve used an antifungal cream a lot that had clotrimazole as the active ingredient, so I figure I tolerate the -azole family of antifungals fine. You know, fluconazole, Diflucan.”

“Okay,” he said. “That’s fine. That makes sense.”

I figured at this point that our business was done, but he wasn’t reaching into his pocket for a prescription pad. Was there going to be a catch?

“So yeast,” he said, settling back and getting comfortable in his armchair. “What else is going on with you?”

Was this some kind of joke? I looked him over for some sign that he was messing with me, but his face and body language looked open and sincere.

Why not? I thought. The guy asked what was going on with me. I should give him an honest answer.

“I have mercury poisoning,” I said. “I got it from my amalgam fillings. I’ve been chelating using 25mg of DMSA taken at 4 hour intervals around the clock for three-day rounds. It’s a protocol described by Andrew Hall Cutler in his book Amalgam Illness.”

“Cutler, yes,” he said. “I’ve heard of him. But who’s prescribing your DMSA?”

“Nobody,” I said. “You can just buy it on the internet.”

“You can?” he laughed. “Wow. And you’re just doing this on your own?”

“Yup.”

“Are you taking any supplements?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “Lots.”

“Like what?” he said.

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