Glutathione Part Deux: How to self administer a Glutathione IV if alone

How to prepare and self administer a Glutathione IV alone, without help:

Over this last week I’ve been able to finally log onto and use my Facebook account that Nikki made a year or two ago. It was only 6 mos ago when I last tried to learn it, but it was far too much for my eyes to process and I couldn’t understand what I was seeing. Did log on, got through that part. But I couldn’t understand the screen. I did see a box to type in, so I did and I just hoped that went somewhere that it was seen. So I’m happy to report that’s a fairly big improvement for me. I’ll write more on this later, it’s a big deal to me to be able to finally start communicating again.

The point of this post is to answer a question I’ve been asked too many times in this last week. Which is “What if I don’t have anyone to help me do this?” , referring to the video I made on self administering Glutathione. Or, “I’m too scared to do this”, etc… If you’ve been where I have, you’re far past a place where fear plays any role. So you are not too scared, you’re so much stronger than you think.

Well you’re in luck. In 2010 when I first started to do my own IV’s, I made a couple of videos.

For those first few years, especially when was unable to speak, I had this dream I held onto which was that someday I would heal enough to find people suffering like me. And that when I did, I would be able to help. Then in early 2010 I had my first dose of Glutathione. Within minutes I was substantially more clear minded, I could stand and walk with comparative ease and I could speak clearly. I was still trapped inside my own mind, unable to effectively communicate and still so so confused. But I couldn’t wait to tell those who suffered like I did all about it.

After some quality control issues with the supply my local Dr had (I urinated a LOT of blood after each Glutathione treatment), I didn’t understand how to find other help. Again, my brain was so useless then. Since I couldn’t understand the outside world enough to find help, I decided I would have to do it myself. So I set out to find the Doctor who pioneered the use of this miracle substance to learn about it. And I did.

I’m sure the rest of you floxies will understand this part too; I had too much shame about being sick that I couldn’t bring myself to ask for help. I also refused to let Big Pharma’s killing machine to take away from her or my Son anymore than they already had.  I didn’t want Nikki to have to see this, she deserved better I thought.  She did help those first few times. But I really needed it everyday, and I was so ashamed of what had become of me that on most days I wouldn’t ask. And I’d go without, even though it made me so much worse without. I knew that had to change. My family needs me to get better.

So I found this Dremel Desktop Vice on amazon which I thought just *might* work as an extra hand. When it came I was so excited because I was going to make a video that perhaps someday I’d be well enough to share with those like me.

The last video is a little longer, but please watch. Yes, I’m showing you how to do it. But most important, it’s the first time I had recorded my thoughts and words for those like me. Through these I am talking directly to those floxies who are just like me. And I would very much like to share them with you now.

This is the very first time I tried this, but I wanted to record my first time so y’all knew what to expect. I’m glad to finally share these.

This is also the first blog post where I simply write and post. So I hope it makes sense. Usually a post takes me at least a month to write since I can’t always find the words I want to use. Same thing with speech.

Last, I’ve opened comments up to all since it sounds like some were trying to contact me but couldn’t. So feel free to post any comments or questions.

This is in 3 parts.

This first video is showing and explaining the proper preparation process for the Glutathone IV.

This second video is the set-up process and final preparation before injection.

Last, this third video is the actual process from start to finish without any help. During the IV I share my thoughts with you on things I hope you’ll find helpful. So please watch.

a mark in time…

This is a good representation of my current nighttime baseline. I think I should start posting these from time to time. It would be a good way for me to look back at my progress.

Like many of you other “floxies” know, the intensity can vary. Some days (or months) are better than others so this can change for the worse very quickly. When I do have improvements, it’s very gradual. Even just returning to previous baseline takes months after I’ve pushed too hard or got sick (or stressed, angry, etc).  Not an all-inclusive description, but here is a brief note on where I am now.

Below is a transcript of a recording I made on the 14th of this month.

Its about 9:30 PM, and I wanted to try and record what some of my typical days or nights are like. Right now, as usual I’m very… I’m just short of breath. And my breathing is very shallow. And like my Nurse pointed out, I don’t seem to breathe too often. And when I do I have a very hard time getting a full breath.  And it feels like there is that closing in my throat that I went to Dr. Li about a few months after this started – 4.5 years ago.

My heart rate is up. My heart doesn’t hurt like it used to. That hasn’t happened since about April or so of 2012. My heart is definitely tired and it does strain, it just doesn’t hurt.

My body is incredibly heavy, and tingly. I have a burning sensation all over my body, including my face. My muscles feel tight. Very very tight. Even to the touch, my leg muscles are extremely tight. And they’re very painful. As are my joints. My hips especially. But my knees have started hurting again. And my body just feels tired. Like I had a workout where I went past muscle failure. My body just sort of shakes.

My eyeballs feel numb, but they also hurt. They sting. My mouth is so dry. Very dry. My nose and my eyes are very dry. So much so that it hurts. And its not the humidity in Colorado, it’s been like that ever since it started and Chicago is a very humid place.

Feels almost like an electrical pain running through my body. And everything feels slow when that happens. My thinking gets slower. My eyes, they are a little blurrier than usual. They seem to strain as I hit the wall.

Saying I’m tired isn’t the word. This is so far past tired. I’m just heavy. My chest is heavy. It’s tight. All my muscles feel tight. Even my biceps. Noticing my hands feel tight… and I’m starting to slow down a whole lot.

This is generally an improvement. Until about June of 2012, it was always far worse than this. The way I feel now is how a single good day would have been back then. It’s just my body is so weak. I’ve become so weak I’ve lost so much muscle. I’m at 137lbs now. And while I’m experiencing some improvements with the intensity of the symptoms, I can do far less because my body is so weak. It’s just really taken it’s toll on me.  But I fight every day. Every day I fight.
 
What I recorded that night is typical for me lately. Far better than it was at night 6-8 mos ago, same issues and sensations, just not as intense. There is so much more I want to add that explains what it’s like to be in this body and what it’s like to work through the mental challenges I now have thanks to big pharma. But I will have to make do with the fragmented thoughts as they come.
I recently had the chance to speak with several more people who have been “Floxed”. It felt great to relay the progress I have made and relay as much of the science and remedies I have learned as possible. I found it incredibly helpful for me as well as I was able to simply say the things that I go through. Even though only another “Floxed” person could truly understand what I was saying, the point is that I finally got to speak and be understood. All the symptoms and issues that I have a hard time describing were simply understood as they too are experiencing it.
Best of all, we got to speak about some of the mental challenges we now face. Levaquin (Avelox, Cipro and ALL Flouroquinolones) cause brain damage amongst many other major issues.

How much can a Man take? Devistating news today…

I have been thinking a lot lately about this blog and it’s purpose. I think it has many, but I started to realize this can/should be a place I just let it all out. Maybe some days I’ll post random memories of my journey. Or others I’ll post how I was that day, good or bad.

For the first 4-5 months, I kept logs describing as best I could how I felt and what was happening. While my mind was already experiencing brain fog and my thoughts were slower, I was still able to write somewhat. Around month 4, the Dr’s at the Mayo Clinic suggested I stop keeping logs as that wasn’t helpful they said. I believed them thinking I might just make myself crazy. So I stopped keeping daily logs and soon found myself worsening quickly.

Soon unable to understand the world around me, unable to produce a voice or keep my head up as my head was too heavy. I couldn’t swallow food, breathing became shallow and forced. Heart problems, vision problems… far too much to write.

Soon, my body was too heavy to move at all and I was stuck in a chair at the back of our house. For nearly 2 years. I wanted to cry out for help so badly, but I simply could not.

I have since tried hard to write about what was happening. But up until recently the cognitive issues had been too debilitating for me to have more than minimal function, so very little made sense to me. Good days have been few and far between. I did make a bunch of audio recordings on a handheld recorder. I haven’t listened to any yet, I hope I recorded in good detail as I don’t want to forget even a single day of what I’ve been through.

Since I became “floxed” and severely disabled, I have been almost obsessed with being positive for those around me. I didn’t and don’t want to be a downer. I keep a strong face despite the pain, heart/visual/mental and mobility issues and I try hard not to let it show. I don’t talk about this much and try to think about it even less. I want my family to live outside of the sadness and struggle of my every day life. I too wish to live outside the sadness and struggle.

While perhaps a theoretically unhealthy way to ‘cope’ on my part, that has had some amazingly powerful unforseen side effects. I have become stronger and yet more peaceful. I have become truly greatful for each little moment of life that my body allowed me to participate in – however small or brief. I am told that I’m an unusually positive and funny person to be around. So while this has taken everything else, it has not taken my spirit. Yet.

I hope to write a great deal more about that aspect soon as I want to share the other side of this journey, the good side, with all who care to listen.

But I also need to start letting this out. Even if it makes sense to no one but myself. I don’t talk about the details of this much. Not even with Nikki. I mean, she is well aware of all that is going on. But I just don’t see the purpose in continually reminding those around me how much this really sucks to be in this body. EVERY second of EVERY day is an excruciatingly painful struggle for me, in every concievable way.

And today it hit me. Just write… it doesn’t have to make total sense. Just write.

So, I ask you. How much can a Man take before his will and spirit are broken?

Those of you reading who have been poisoned by Levaquin (or Avelox, Cipro, etc) will understand this all too well. Getting Medical help has been all but impossible. I have seen countless Dr’s who completely dismissed what I was trying to tell them, and even more who just wanted me out of their office as fast as possible. That all took physical and mental energy that I couldn’t spare and would cost me dearly in added pain and weakness for weeks or months afterward. Not to mention the added mental stress of trying to figure out how to explain ANY of this to a Dr in the 15 mins you’re given before they nudge you out.

Sadly, I have mostly given up on Doctors. But, I didn’t give up on my survival. It simply isn’t an option.

Not able to find a Dr (or afford to) to help, or to even do IV’s for me early on?
Fine. I’ll do it myself.

But wait, I have no clue how to do it and no one to show me? Only one way to figure it out. Keep sticking until you hit a vein.

Terrified of needles? Blurry and doubled vision? Have tremors and shaky hands?
Don’t matter. Do it anyway. Be Aedan’s hero.

I cannot afford proper Medical treatment for what Levaquin has done to me. I cannot afford to eat properly as, thanks to Levaquin, my food costs have almost trippled. I must eat only organic and/or natural foods because that sh*t is in OUR FOOD SUPPLY too. In all of the Chicken and Beef you find in every supermarket. In fact, an estimated 70% of the sales of Levaquin and those in it’s class (Fluoroquinolones) is to… wait for it… THE AGRICULTURAL INDUSTRY!

So I must eat only Organic Grass-fed Beef, natural pasture Chickens, etc. to avoid re-poinsoning myself. Further, I can only eat organic produce as well. The pesticides and chemicals used in regular produce is more than my body can process.

When was the last time you checked the price of food that isn’t synthetic, tampered with, genetically modified or chemically altered for profit??  Not cheap. But no use getting angry or upset right? Right. I just eat what I can. Keep my chin up.

Statute of Limitations ran out before being able to find a Firm willing fight Golliath? Suck it up Michael. No use getting upset over something I cannot control. I took it on the chin as I have every second of every day of these last four and a half years.

I could go on and on. This little bit doesn’t really cover even a little of what’s happened. Point is, I took it all in stride as best as possible. Which has been an amazingly enlightening experience for which I am greatful.  BUT…

MetLife, my disability insurance company, had cancelled and stopped paying many months ago. Saying essentially that they didn’t feel I’m disabled. So naturally we filed an appeal.

Today, we got the response back. DENIED.

Citing the vague-ness of all the Doctors I had seen since day one and the subjective nature of my complaints, Doctors HIRED BY METLIFE determined I “do not meet their definition of disabled”. Despite having a letter stating my substantial disability and Mitochondrial dysfunction from one of the best Neurologists in the world… Despite all crystal clear evidence, they denied our appeal. Because they can.

Of the many lessons I’ve learned during this journey, one disturbing lesson is that clearly far too many in this world will not do the right thing unless forced to by law. While we DO have laws to “protect” us as citizens and consumers, sadly, the truth is those laws have no bite for extremely wealthy corporations. They are above the law.

And just like I have been, those hurt by these companies are simply left for dead.

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The above is from 28 September 2012. I didn’t want to post this as it is becuase the last half didn’t make sense to me as written and seemed too negative. But it is my truth. And my truth must be told.

We have been trying to keep a roof over our heads and as much food on the table as we can afford. I am only taking a small portion of the supplements I should be taking and obviously cannot afford medical care. We are trying hard to make it on Social Security Disability and hopefully soon we’ll have food stamps.

But considering my Injectables (Glutathione, B12, HCG) are near $650 per month and my bare-bones supplement routine is upwards of $300 per month. That’s almost $1000 per month to survive what an incredibly weatlhy corporation did to me. I also desperately need Hyperbaric Oxygen treatment and Stem Cell therapy, both of which would make a massive difference leading to substantial improvement.

I keep pointing out the weatlh of the Big Pharma Corporation (JOHNSON & JOHNSON who owns Ortho-McNeil) that did this to me becuase they can more than afford to make this right. I can’t even afford FOOD. But again, doing the ‘right thing’ is clearly something that’s been lost along the way.

I just cannot process how people can sleep at night knowing what they’ve done to so many victims of their greed.

I for one would have no heartburn about bankrupting my company, even driving myself bankrupt to make it right for every single person I had hurt. Without a second thought. I would then spend the rest of my life continuing to support those who suffered.

I will teach my Son those same values. Even though clearly uncommon now, right is right. Truth is truth. And no matter how lonely the road may be, always hold true to your belief in doing the right thing. Above all else, above self, at any cost.

At any rate, thank you for reading. I just had to get this out.

Saline is my friend. Lactic Acid is not.

 
 
 
 
After the Saline and Glutathione combination I notice an improvement with the tightness and some of the related pain. Today I feel an unusual amount of improved clarity of thought. Clearer in thought enough to write and post. Generally I begin to hit the wall by 4PM at the latest. Which also means that thought becomes much cloudier and tasks like posting this would be something I would not be able to do.  I do however feel that the recently increased dosage of NAC to 2400mg has a lot to do with this as does my recent additions of far better probiotics and digestive enzymes as well.

While I noticed improvements, I am still in fairly intense pain. About a 6.5 overall at the moment (6:54PM).  My entire body is in pain, legs are by far the worst for pain. My knee and hip joints are also intensely painful and feel loose.

 

I wrote the above yesterday, but my mind continued to soften (I was starting to hit the wall) and soon I was unable to see well enough to read nor be able to continue communicating my thoughts effectively. Make no mistake about it, the physical damage is devastating. But even with all of the things Levaquin has done to my body, it’s the effects on the brain that really make this nearly impossible to live with.

Back to the subject.

About 1.5 yrs ago I decided I wanted to try to add a Saline drip to my IV routine. My reasoning was that I was certain that certain types of the pain I’m experiencing is being caused by an abundance of Lactic Acid build up. When I try to move my body quickly, like tickling my Son for instance, an intense burning sensation washes over my entire body. Face, arms, legs, chest, back, etc. It stands to reason that I am producing an abundance of Lactic Acid/Lactate which causes the predicable pain I experience.

I used to work out often and am no stranger to Lactic Acid. I know that two of the best things I can do for Lactic Acid and it’s pain is movement and fluids. After workouts, the more you move the less sore you are, right? Well since I cannot move all that much anymore, fluids would be my only weapon.

I asked my primary care Dr for a script for NSS at 500ML. He looked at me like I had nine heads, but eventually agreed. Since then, I’ve been able to try a drip under different circumstances and different types of pain, on the spot since I have the supplies at home and am insane enough to give myself an IV even though my hands shake and I often do not see very well.

As I mentioned in the video, it does help. It doesn’t take away a lot of the pain(s), but none-the-less it takes away more than enough to notice and be grateful. And again, small wins are still wins.

With luck, I’ll be able to post more soon.

 

 

 

 

 

Glutathione – your body’s ‘Master Anti-oxidant’

Glutathione has been a major part of my progress for the last 2.5 years. If I go more than 5-7 days without, I start going downhill. Fast. It is the reason I can walk again and communicate using words again.

I have learned a tremendous amount on the subject. My Neurologist, Dr. David Perlmutter, pioneered it’s use almost 20 years ago for many intense Neurological conditions. He has since taught and/or consulted with a great many physicians on the use and administration of Glutathione over the years.  
 There are many forms out there. From pills to suppositories, inhalers, etc. BUT… the ONLY way for your body to get and use additional Glutathione is through IV. Period.

I have heard a few people suggest they had a less than plesant experience with Glutathione. From personal experience I am certain incorrect handling and/or poor product is the cause. I have personally had bad experiences early on. I had begun to urinate blood (a LOT of blood) immediately following my first few Glutathione IV’s from a Dr in Chicago.

After several doctors and a hospital stay failed to figure it out, I went to the Dr’s office and inspected his Glutathione supply. It was from some obscure pharmacy and was not only oxidized but also expired. Glutathione is very sensitive to both light and heat. Proper handling is paramount.  That means from the time it leaves the pharmacy until it reaches your bloodstream. Moreover, there is ONE place and ONE place only that I feel should be a source of Glutathione.

Wellness Pharmacy is where Dr Perlmutter has his compounded. As you all can certainly understand, I was not interested in trying anything other than what has been proven to work. That meant for me, I would only get it from the pharmacy that patented it’s creation method.

Wellness has patented the method for creating 100% reduced L-Glutathione.  Once I switched to the pure form compounded there, not only have I had ZERO issues, it’s potency is dramatically higher than the others I’ve experienced.

The correct way to prepare and administer Glutathione is through an IV push (NOT injecting Glutathione into a 500ml bag of saline!). It is important to dilute with 10ml of Sodium Chloride into a syringe. My dosage generally is 3000IU of Glutathione, diluted with 10ml of Sodium Chloride.
Glutathione is your body’s “Master Anti-Oxidant”. It is a naturally occuring substance that is largely responsible for your overall health and function. Among the many things it does, one is it’s arguably the most effective scavenger of free-radicals. The little evil-doers that attack your body and brain continually.

A little over 2 years ago, I taught myself to do an IV push. I had no luck finding (or affording!) Dr’s locally who would be willing to help. And I sure as heck wasn’t going to go back to BoBo the Circus Chimp who had administered it the first time. He clearly was hardly competent. And Dr Perlmutter was 2000 miles away.

I want to share a video I made during today’s IV push for a number of reasons. But most importantly, I made it to show that you CAN do anything – even things you think impossible. Let us not forget: Your thoughts greatly affect your outcomes in life. Whether you think you can or think you cannot – you’re right. It’s up to you to decide which you choose. Personally, I believe I can.

You CAN and will get through this.

I will soon do another post with more in-depth information on Glutathione as well as other supplements soon. But for now, know that together we will all get through this.

Please, if you have questions or would just like to drop me a note with your thoughts, please use the contact me page.

 

A switch to Gluten-Free living

Maybe Michael has always been gluten-intolerent. If he has, we hadn’t noticed in the past. You see we are from Chicago, so our diet used to consist of Pizza, Italian beef sandwiches, and Pizza.

Then in May 2012, his neurologist, Dr Perlmutter, recommended a test for gluten intolerence. It came back showing that, in fact, Michael was very intolerent to gluten and that it must be cut out of his diet immediately.

So I did what any normal mother would have done- open my kitchen pantry and cry at the stockpile of whole grain pasta, crackers, cereal, and the other many various kitchen staples that has built the American diet for the past couple decades, and that we could not eat anymore. Then I went online and to the library to research how to live gluten-free.

Michael has been gluten free for months now- every once and a while I’ll tap into the gluten stockpile and offer a different meal to Michael than I do for Aedan because I don’t want the other food to go to waste. And I have to say, only good things have come from this change.

Michael still has bad days where he struggles to get enough energy to walk across the house, but overall, the removal of gluten has lessened some symptoms. It is hard to quantify because his symptoms inhabit so many body systems but I can say that relatively speaking many things have improved. On the pain scale from 1-10 Michael often existed at a 7. Now he can say that he’s down to a 5. While still too painful for me, any improvement is monumental. His brain fog that caused him to sometimes walk about the house at a zombie’s pace has been upgraded from “zombie” to “tired person”. Most importantly, his symptoms are more…predictable…He knows that if he does too much or skips out on his supplements, his body will react accordingly whereas before it was more random.

This new focus on proper nutrition is life changing for all involved. Pizza and Italian beef has been replaced by Kale and Roast Chicken. My scientific brain gets to enjoy the chemistry behind why the body needs certain vitamins and minerals. My inner child gets to be the “Swedish Chef” from the muppets as I make gluten-free bread from scratch.

Gluten-free white birthday cake for Michael’s 39th Bday was the best cake I’ve ever tasted!

In the end, I’m not surprised Michael’s body cannot tolerate gluten. For decades wheat starting being cultivated so that the strains containing the most gluten were in high demand because the American taste buds liked the gooey texture of high gluten wheat. It just doesn’t surprise me that the same culture that created these Frankenstein-like drugs also creates food that the body cannot process. Whatever turns a profit I guess.

New York Times Article

Only after decades of killing, maiming, and complete destruction of innocent lives (assuming they SURVIVE these drugs) only now are we really getting some news coverage. Face it, we generally have NO clue what Doctors are prescribing. By that I mean that we rarely ever know what these drugs truly do and what their TRUE side-effects are. IF that information is even available, it’s buried in the package insert that you’ll never see.

What did we do to protect ourselves before the information age? Before being able to Google these things, we the people had NO way of knowing the side-effects of the drugs being prescribed.

WAKE UP everyone. Doctors often have absolutely NO clue what these Frankenstein drugs they regularly prescribe do to our bodies. Take it from me. I have so far barely survived modern medicine.

This is a link to original article by the NEW YORK TIMES. Below is the entire article.

http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/09/10/popular-antibiotics-may-carry-serious-side-effects/?emc=eta1

It’s about time the mainstream media shed light on the devastation these drugs are causing.

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Antibiotics are important drugs, often restoring health and even saving lives. But like all drugs, they can have unwanted and serious side effects, some of which may not become apparent until many thousands of patients have been treated.

Such is the case with an important class of antibiotics known as fluoroquinolones. The best known are Cipro (ciprofloxacin), Levaquin (levofloxacin) and Avelox (moxifloxacin). In 2010, Levaquin was the best-selling antibiotic in the United States.

But by last year it was also the subject of more than 2,000 lawsuits from patients who had suffered severe reactions after taking it.

Part of the problem is that fluoroquinolones are often inappropriately prescribed. Instead of being reserved for use against serious, perhaps life-threatening bacterial infections like hospital-acquired pneumonia, these antibiotics are frequently prescribed for sinusitis, bronchitis, earaches and other ailments that may resolve on their own or can be treated with less potent drugs or nondrug remedies — or are caused by viruses, which are not susceptible to antibiotics.

In an interview, Mahyar Etminan, a pharmacological epidemiologist at the University of British Columbia, said the drugs were overused “by lazy doctors who are trying to kill a fly with an automatic weapon.”

Dr. Etminan directed a study published in April in The Journal of the American Medical Association showing that the risk of suffering a potentially blinding retinal detachment was nearly fivefold higher among current users of fluoroquinolones, compared with nonusers. In another study submitted for publication, he documented a significantly increased risk of acute kidney failure among users of these drugs.

The conditions Dr. Etminan has studied are relatively easy to research because they result in hospitalizations with diagnoses that are computerized and tracked in databases. Far more challenging to study are the array of diffuse, confusing symptoms suffered by fluoroquinolone users like Lloyd Balch, a 33-year-old Manhattan resident and Web site manager for City College of New York.

In an interview, Mr. Balch said he was healthy until April 20, when a fever and cough prompted him to see a doctor. Nothing was heard through a stethoscope, but a chest X-ray indicated a mild case of pneumonia, and he was given Levaquin. Although he had heard of problems with Levaquin and asked the doctor if he might take a different antibiotic, he was told Levaquin was the drug he needed.

After just one dose, he developed widespread pain and weakness. He called to report this reaction, but was told to take the next dose. But the next pill, he said, “eviscerated” him, causing pain in all his joints and vision problems.

Debilitating Side Effects

In addition to being unable to walk uphill, climb stairs or see clearly, his symptoms included dry eyes, mouth and skin; ringing in his ears; delayed urination; uncontrollable shaking; burning pain in his eyes and feet; occasional tingling in his hands and feet; heart palpitations; and muscle spasms in his back and around his eyes. Though Mr. Balch’s reaction is unusual, doctors who have studied the side effects of fluoroquinolones say others have suffered similar symptoms.

Three and a half months after he took that second pill, these symptoms persist, and none of the many doctors of different specialties he has consulted has been able to help. Mr. Balch is now working with a physical therapist, but in a phone consultation with Dr. David Flockhart, an expert in fluoroquinolone side effects at the Indiana University School of Medicine, he was told it could take a year for his symptoms to resolve, if they ever do disappear completely.

Guidelines by the American Thoracic Society state that fluoroquinolones should not be used as a first-line treatment for community-acquired pneumonia; it recommends that doxycycline or a macrolide be tried first. Mr. Balch didn’t know this, or he might have fought harder to get a different antibiotic.
Adverse reactions to fluoroquinolones may occur almost anywhere in the body.

In addition to occasional unwanted effects on the musculoskeletal, visual and renal systems, the drugs in rare cases can seriously injure the central nervous system (causing “brain fog,” depression, hallucinations and psychotic reactions), the heart, liver, skin (painful, disfiguring rashes and phototoxicity), the gastrointestinal system (nausea and diarrhea), hearing and blood sugar metabolism.

The rising use of these potent drugs has also been blamed for increases in two very serious, hard-to-treat infections: antibiotic-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (known as MRSA) and severe diarrhea caused by Clostridium difficile. One study found that fluoroquinolones were responsible for 55 percent of C. difficile infections at one hospital in Quebec.

Fluoroquinolones carry a “black box” warning mandated by the Food and Drug Administration that tells doctors of the link to tendinitis and tendon rupture and, more recently, about the drugs’ ability to block neuromuscular activity. But consumers don’t see these highlighted alerts, and patients are rarely informed of the risks by prescribing doctors. Mr. Balch said he was never told about the black-box warnings.

Lack of Long-Term Studies
No one knows how often serious adverse reactions occur. The F.D.A.’s reporting system for adverse effects is believed to capture only about 10 percent of them. Complicating the problem is that, unlike retinal detachments that were linked only to current or very recent use of a fluoroquinolone, the drugs’ adverse effects on other systems can show up weeks or months after the treatment ends; in such cases, patients’ symptoms may never be associated with prior fluoroquinolone therapy.

No long-term studies have been done among former users of these antibiotics. Fibromyalgia-like symptoms have been associated with fluoroquinolones, and some experts suggest that some cases of fibromyalgia may result from treatment with a fluoroquinolone.

A half-dozen fluoroquinolones have been taken off the market because of unjustifiable risks of adverse effects. Those that remain are undeniably important drugs, when used appropriately. But doctors at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention have expressed concern that too often fluoroquinolones are prescribed unnecessarily as a “one size fits all” remedy without considering their suitability for different patients.

Experts caution against giving these drugs to certain patients who face higher than average risks of bad reactions — children under age 18, adults over 60, and pregnant and nursing women — unless there is no effective alternative. The risk of adverse effects is also higher among people with liver disease and those taking corticosteroids or nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs.

When an antibiotic is prescribed, it is wise to ask what the drug is and whether it is necessary, what side effects to be alert for, whether there are effective alternatives, when to expect the diagnosed condition to resolve, and when to call if something unexpected happens or recovery seems delayed.

At the same time, when an antibiotic is appropriately prescribed, it is extremely important to take the full prescription as directed and not to stop treatment when the patient simply begins to feel better.

Coming out of the woodwork

As we all have guessed, Michael doesn’t get out much. Yet, it is really starting to amaze me how, when he does go out, he starts talking to random strangers about what has happened to him and they either know someone or are directly affected by this same family of drugs. For those of you reading this who know Michael personally, you know that with his charisma- something which I have always been a bit jealous of- he instantly disarms, relates to, and then becomes insta-friends with complete strangers. Lately, his world revolves around his condition. This only makes him a laser pointed at a target. And now, when he talks, he finds that people being hurt by this drug are coming out of the woodwork.

Most recently, Michael- who is in Florida for an office visit with one of the best neurologists in the country, Dr. David Perlmutter- started talking to a couple a few rooms away from where he was staying in his hotel. As they started to learn more, there was an eerie acknowledging of all the medical details. Usually terms like neuropathy have to be defined. The couple, though, recognized many of Michael’s symptoms, because the young lady had been experiencing a lot of the same ones for 5 years. Though not nearly as severe, she experienced autonomic nervous system damage, fatigue, cognitive issues, and neuropathic pain. When Michael asked, “Did you take an antibiotic before this started happening?”, she was surprised, for they had not pieced together that the Cipro she had taken to treat her bronchitis was what caused her 5 yrs of adverse reactions. This couple was from Indiana. They met in Florida. Michael then gave them as many websites as he could to educate them for their new battle, which now has a face. I do not believe this meeting was a coincidence.

This next story I found quite moving when I first heard it and am only now ready to share it.

Michael’s father, who does online gaming told Michael’s story to a man he plays with over the computer. This man happened to live in Louisiana. Well, remember in April 2010, a little disaster known as the Deepwater Horizon oil spill happened in the Gulf of Mexico. This man was one of many fishermen who helped “clean up” those waters. Many of them reported respiratory distress due to the toxic fumes coming from the waters they were working long hours in. When this man heard Michael’s story, something struck a chord in him. He, as well as a large group of other fishermen, were prsecribed fluoroquinolones and steroids to treat their “respiratory distress”. He mentioned to Michael’s father how since then he has not felt quite the same- extremely tired, like his brain can’t work right…Here comes the moving part…This fisherman along with others who were given the same “treatment” stormed the doctor’s office and demanded they be put on something different because of what they knew this drug did to Michael. Can you imagine- you are a fisherman whose home waters have been destroyed because of big oil company negligence. You are forced to pick up this job cleaning the waters because it’s not like you can fish now. And then you are given this toxic drug that has the potential to ruin your life. What a way to kick a man when he’s down. In most sports that is considered illegal.

There have been many other people since then that have recognized parts of Michael’s story as something happening to a loved one. Whenever Michael shares what happened to him- which is with anyone he meets- there is a connection. The landscaping man’s son, the cable guy’s uncle- anyone! 

When I hear him speak to people, what I see is someone who is finally becoming ready to share his story with the World in the hopes to save lives and affect change. And I think to myself, The drug companies don’t know who they messed with. Because even being in the condition that he is in everyday, when a fire is lit under this man’s a** he is powerful beyond measure.

Before this happened, I wouldn’t say I was very progressive or liberal about my political and social opinions. In fact, I’d call myself blissfully naive. I didn’t know the influence of pharmaceutical companies. I trusted anything a doctor told me. I believed in a system that I now see does not look after me.


Inside a quiet room


“…at my worst when I was stuck in that chair. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk. I could barely keep my head up and all I would do was stare at the patterns in the carpet just to make sure I was still in there and alert. I remembered where each stain was. I was scared to sleep. I was afraid I wouldn’t wake up if I did….”

As Michael talks about that period of months that happened less than a year after his first symptoms of poisoning began, you can hear him well up with tears. Remembering the period of months that he could barely walk- when even standing in one place was unreliable, and at the worst, when even talking seemed to take too much from his body- is an unbearable road to go down.

In those days, the quiet room at the back of our house was his prison. He isolated himself to protect his family from his constant suffering. He refused to fill the house with that kind of energy, and mustered up the biggest smile he could anytime we went back there to visit him. It sounds completely crazy. Why would a person who needed constant care be adament about being left alone for hours at a time? To live hearing distant voices laughing and playing and yet being so far removed and unable to participate in your own life….Is that a life? It was a prison. Truly his body was his prison and the quiet room contained it.

Michael had to relearn how to walk. He does so now, but under extreme concentration and only for short distances. Indeed, some of his physical abilities came back. He’s not using a wheelchair anymore and can stand erect without it appearing awkward.



   But his mental impairment is very present. Many times thoughout the day Michael must escape to a quiet area of the house because his brain has had too much. Even trying to field the many questions that a curious 4yr old shoots at him can be too overwhelming. Sometimes he goes out to the garage. Where we live now, he has a nicer den area on the other side of the house where he can lie down. Anywhere we go, he has to have this escape route so he can quiet his mind down again and rest. Unfortunately, this quiet room is not impenatrable to our son. When he wants to find daddy he knows exactly where to look. But usually, the quiet room is his sanctuary.

On a much deeper level though, his “quiet room” can be anywhere. Michael stands outside the garage a lot, taking in the sunshine, listening to the birds, staring at the mountains. He becomes so in tune with his environment that he can tell which trees the wind is blowing through by the difference in sound. Listening to him talk is like listening to someone who has practiced meditation all their life. Even more profound, Michael deals with his pain by “becoming friends” with it. Sometimes, lying silently he becomes very aware of where pain lives and moves throughout his body. He can pinpoint one specific type and track it, and breathe through it, and live in it. Not many people I know can say that when they feel pain, they want to get to know it. Masking pain or removing it is more the norm. It amazes me how, through this illness, Michael has found this place within himself that is peaceful, and silent, and strong. To be able to access that quiet room within, is the greatest and healthiest gift he has found for himself. 

Out of the darkness comes light…

It’s said that before you die, your life flashes before you.  For most of those first 500+ nights, I didn’t think I would live until morning.  Worse still, my mind was so heavily affected that I couldn’t articulate what was happening to me very well. I hardly understood it myself. And I was all alone…

All day and all night, I was stuck in a chair in a back room of the house. Unable to move, so many intense pains and sensations starting… all of them so far beyond anything I’ve ever felt. Once the heart issues started to become more intense (roughly May/June 09), when I would try to speak, almost immediately my heart had a very intense sharp and burning/clenching pain. That pain would increase in intensity as I continue to speak and subsides rather quickly when I stop speaking. Around the time of these videos, I lost my ability to speak entirely for nearly a month and had to type to communicate to Nikki. Shortly after that, my hands became too numb and I couldn’t control my fingers enough to type. I became locked in, unable to communicate in any way.

This still happens, although now it only happens when my baseline is low enough – which is frequent now, but not an everyday occurrence as it was. The heart pains I described in the video are the same that caused my heart issues in Sept – I leak Troponin when this happens which marks the death of heart tissue and beginnings of congestive heart failure.  The Mitochondrial damage explains this…
I am still very weak and have gotten significantly weaker in the last 12 mos.
 My mind was not right, I had an extremely difficult time thinking my way out of it. My mind was then (and still is) very slow, I was so confused. So detached. I would liken it to being in an awake coma of sorts. I knew what was going on around me, but the world was/is happening way too fast for me to process.
I still have all of the same issues. Thanks to the Glutathione IV’s the intensity has gone down somewhat. Now I can walk very short distances around the house and most of the time I can walk upright now until I hit the wall. Which doesn’t make too much effective difference in functional ability as compared to “normal” and my improvements are completely dependant on the Glutathione. But it’s enough of an improvement to make me grateful.
Since this began, I have been struggling to be able to write about it. I get very confused. I am having a very difficult time summarizing this in a way that I feel makes sense and accurately explains what it’s like to be in this body.

I want so much to be able to give those like me a place where they can read the experiences of someone going through the same thing. I cannot imagine what it would have done for me early on to be able to find that there were others like me. I just sat there and let this thing impose it’s will on me. 15+ long months where I was mostly bedridden/stuck in a chair. No way to get help as I saw it. I know there’s more out there like me… just sitting there. Taking it, trying hard to fight alone because they’re confused too.

Recently I began looking through my old logs and through all the scraps of paper I’ve written my scattered/random thoughts on. In the process I came across a bunch of videos that I didn’t recall making. I want to share them with you now with the hope that if you’ve been devastated by Levaquin as I have, that you’ll find solace and know you’re not alone. And most importantly, know you’re NOT crazy and that no matter what the Doctors initially tell you, this IS happening and you WILL find help.

These videos were taken during a time where I was experiencing what I now call “hitting the wall”. Once my body becomes exhausted enough as a whole, this is what happens to me still – although to a slightly lesser extent.  Some days are better than others.

There is much context I feel I have to add to describing what I was going through at the time so that what you’re about to see makes sense. But I’ve decided to just try to write whatever comes out.

Hopefully soon I will find it easier to describe in greater detail, but I think these videos speak for themselves. Because I was having a difficult time speaking clearly, I have also provided a transcript for each video.  But don’t just read. Watch. Turn the sound up, it’s hard to understand me…
Video transcript:  6 August, 2009 – 9:10 PM
I really hope you can hear this, my voice is mostly gone. Like Laryngitis – but I’m not sick with Laryngitis. Something’s pushing in my throat. The more I talk now, the more my heart really strains and hurts.  And I’m trying to record this now because the last hour or so, I think, I very rapidly became like this. Everything is real heavy in ways I’ve never felt before. Every bit of my body – everything – instead of just like arms and legs or whatever. It’s hard to move and…(unintelligible) – It’s almost as if my body is covered in lead, all – all of it. Like a suit.  My face is heavy, my skin is heavy. I’m very slow. Like moving through molasses kind of slow. And up until a little while ago, I wasn’t able to move myself at all… too heavy. Arms too heavy, my body too heavy.  What little I could move made my heart hurt so bad. Which is kinda how it’s been…
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Video transcript: 6 August, 2009 – 9:20 PM

(unintelligible) …


Even my Brain is slow.


… My chest hurts so bad.  Right here. Right here is where it really hurts. And my breathing is very shallow. You can see I can move my arms a little bit. But they end up flopping around like they do when they’re asleep.

 

The pain just got very sharp. Right here…

 

I should have made a lot more of these videos. There’s a lot of times like this. Mostly since the 23rd of June at Northwestern.  It’s been almost always like this. But I did have a brief period of improvement  from that, a few weeks ago. This is different. As it always is. It’s always worse somehow.

 

My actual eyeballs feel heavy. And I want to move my arms and body… I can move a little bit, but…

 

I don’t understand this. As you can see, I’m pretty calm about it. This is about as hyper as I get.  It’s all – clearly this is happening.

 

You just get kinda numb, you know? You don’t dwell on it, you just go with it. So I’m coping with it, not causing it. That just might be the hardest part of this whole thing. Doctors being lazy or arrogant.  Just throwing everything you tell them is wrong into the big abyss of “Neuropathy” – so they can go onto their next patient and not be challenged. They don’t like to be challenged.

 

Not that I ever really call the Dr much. I did for the heart thing, and the upper airway obstruction that I didn’t just develop.  It just took me almost 8 weeks to get a Dr to believe and listen for themselves.

 

I’ll make another one…(video)
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I still have a long way to go. I require a lot of care and have a Nurse that comes 3 times per week to help me.  But if you take the time to enjoy what you DO have, you will find a way to live through it all. In my case, my Son has been my reason. Looking at these videos is hard for me, I can’t believe I lived through it (so far). There is strength in momentum. Get some. One giant lesson I’ve learned through this is that it’s exponentially more important to feel strong than it is to be strong. It is up to you to find your strength in the love around you. Hold on with both hands and never let go.

Love and peace to you all,
Michael