With my younger brother coming home much earlier in the evenings than he used to, now that the bars and pubs are almost exclusive in their enforcement of proof of 'vaccination', I am getting much less evening in which to have a drink while enjoying a little T.V. before finally seeking to nap away the latter evening so that I am sufficiently restored and able to sit up overnight working here at my computer.
Last evening I was actually to bed at 8 p.m. because of his inopportune homecoming. I had to cancel out of an episode of FBI: Most Wanted that I was watching ─ I had gotten somewhere between 32 and 36 minutes into the commercial-free episode that I was watching via our Android TV Box.
Sure, I can carry on from where I left off the next time I feel like watching some T.V. by myself, but I hate having the continuity of a show arbitrarily ruined like that.
As a result of getting to be so early, I was too awake to easily return to sleep well before it was yet 11 p.m. My wife was home from work as well, so the beside lamp at her side of the bed was left on after she had come into the room for something ─ I use a bandana blindfold, so this usually is not really a problem.
Fortunately, my brother decided to go to bed shortly after 11 p.m. instead of sitting up until midnight as he customarily does.
Apart from the work I was to get done here at my computer overnight, I also had six more-or-less hourly hits of three-drop doses of Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS).
I am over halfway through my version of a three-week protocol that will thereafter likely see me limit myself to a single daily dose of six drops. If that becomes my path, I will continue with it until I no longer see any benefit.
My brother can't even handle a regimen of a single hourly dose. He claims that he is beset with diarrhea and stomach cramping. I let him know this morning that such cases are recommended to reduce their intake to a half or even a quarter of a drop of MMS per hour, and to build up a tolerance from there.
But why is he so adversely affected by one drop, while I cannot claim to definitely have noticed any reaction with three drops an hour?
I do eat a lot of fermented vegetables of my own devising ─ can it be that my intestinal tract is comparatively far healthier than his is? As well, he swills so much beer each and every day, might this be feeding organisms that have no right to be as populous within his intestinal tract as they are?
Too, I also wonder if his reaction might be related to a damaged liver from his years of daily heavy drinking. He does not always just limit himself to beer ─ on occasion he will top off his evening watching T.V. alone by hitting the hard stuff.
Whatever the case, I think that he said that he stopped taking MMS after the weekend.
He will not try to learn to use a computer, so I cannot get him to read up on MMS as I am able to do for myself. He could sacrifice one of his afternoons to actually become thoroughly familiarized with MMS, but of course this is not of interest to him. He's got to get out and get some 'socialized drinking' done somewhere.
Every ... single ... day ... of ... every ... single ... week.
Is it any wonder that his guts rebel when he takes MMS? But no; he blames the product. Yet he has no explanation as to why I am unaffected despite taking doses three times stronger than what he endeavours.
His health is of course his own to be concerned about. However, I have been supplying the MMS by ordering it through Amazon Canada. He has been supplying the requisite distilled water. I do not drive, so I am hardly going to be hiking off to be buying myself four-litre jugs of the stuff like he has been bringing home.
At least after I graduate to a single daily dose of six drops, I can steam my own distilled water sufficient for that one drink. All one has to do is put some tap water into a lidded pot; place something like a sauce pan to float in the water; and then invert the pot's lid so that the steam that is going to be generated once heat is applied will run down the lid to its inverted centre and drip into the saucepan.
The heat doesn't have to be high. It isn't necessary to be boiling the water. If one is simply patient, as long as the water is hot enough to be generating some steam, the process will work. It will just take time ─ maybe a couple of hours to get enough water to drink with a single dose of six drops of MMS. I don't even need a cup's worth of distilled water. Sometimes I drink the three drops I am taking with what may only be three or less ounces of water. Since I have no reaction to the substance, all I have to contend with is its unpleasant taste.
While I was up overnight, I finally decided to judge it finished and thus I was able to publish the post I have worked on for maybe as many as six weeks at my hosted website Thai-Iceland.com: Iceland Travel Book.
Should anyone but me care to know.
My wife had to work a full day today with an 11 a.m. start, so she rose very soon after I had joined my brother around 10 a.m. to use our Android TV Box to watch Odessa Orlewicz's latest video from yesterday: Sept 23- The Truth In Plain Sight - Will We Be Able To Stop Them?
The episode was over an hour in duration; and frankly, it fast became a dreary bore. When Odessa decides to base an episode of her programme around the reading of some document, it is all I can do to sit through the episode. Had I been alone, I would have tuned in something else to watch.
She has no business reading technical documents to an audience ─ she has no talent for public reading. My mind spent most of the time wandering.
I wish she would realize that no one is hanging upon her every word and thought as she wastes our time with these miserable readings.
However, I did not wish to discourage my brother from potentially getting something out of the episode, so I held my tongue ─ I wanted to decry the episode. After all, he does not use computers to find information like this on his own; whereas I can read this sort of material on a daily basis if I felt like it.
Once the show was done, I needed something to serve as an energizing 'pick-us-up', so I tuned in this season's second episode of American Ninja Warrior.
And once that show was also done, my brother sought some bed rest before leaving ahead of the mid-afternoon to eventually get involved in some drinking somewhere.
I suppose that there was enough afternoon sunshine that I could have sat out in the backyard to bathe my face and shaven head in it, but I didn't bother. My day's first meal was especially heavy, and I felt it needful to seek a nap after eating.
Besides, today is bath day. I find that by the time I have washed up my face and beard, and shaved my head, whatever colour I might have gained from the Sun is lost ─ the superficial skin that was coloured is removed and lost down the drain with the bathwater.
My face has never held a tan for long ─ the skin is too thin. A good shave, and the tanned skin is basically gone.
I see that it is now after 7 p.m. now, so I had best quit blogging and seek that bath ─ my brother could be arriving back home from any point hereafter.
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