I wrote you a long reply and lost it, darn! Well, he's been helping me with my mom and blood Sugar
issues and cell rejuvenation and inflammation. Now that I'm sorting out my mineral problems I will ask him what he thinks about that.
Thanks for the links. I ordered some Mg gel, as the oil you have to put in the bath, or so it says.
The pH booster looks real good too, maybe more complete than what I have; at least it has more info than the Alkalife site I buy from. I still have a half bottle Alkalife drops so I will let that get low before ordering the pH booster.
About family... I cried a lot too, which didn't change anyone and did me no good either. I had to hear all their health probs too. They laughed at me for bringing my own zucchini to Christmas parties and drinking special water, etc., and all my pills. They told me I would feel better if I ate normal food like steak and potatoes and chili and corn dogs, barf. Guess I just got numb, then from there I just learned to buck up and do my own thing. It does get scary though when you think you might end up dead on the floor and no one will notice for several days.
In the meantime your friend has a crowd gathered around while she laments over her latest failure at the hair stylist. "What in the world am I going to do?" The hair is too long, too short, wrong color, wrong weave, husband hates, and your mind is blitzing on the fact that your problem REALLY IS a life and death issue and no one knows and you can't explain it to any degree that anyone would understand. If you try they look at you as though you just spit out moon rocks no one knows what to do with. "Huh?" someone says to you. "Yeah," someone else says to the hair person. "What do you mean it's orange? Is not..." lol phew! long rant. They can identify with the horror of orange hair, but they just don't know what to think about microbial toxins. "Oh... Micro tax?" someone asks. "Yeah, I'd like to do that 1040 short form this year." Sigh, what ya gonna do?
I can either look back and think of all the s/he done me wrong or I can be the bulldog and say f/u... I'm getting joy. It all depends on what you want to put your identity into. I might sound corse and crass, but I had my choice to wallow in the dirty frustrations under the carpet (where I put them so my family wouldn't know how I really felt) or I could put on a smile. Sometimes you just have to get tough, even if you feel like a mouse flattened by a truck. I know you can do it. Once in awhile I fall down, but hardly ever anymore. if I fall down I'll let you know. At least now I know who's listening.