Perhaps as a result of how 'off' I felt yesterday, last night I just did not have the staying power to handle sitting up long enough to have a sixth dose of Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS) ─ i.e., chlorine dioxide.
Yesterday I had taken six more-or-less hourly hits of three drops each of sodium chlorite and citric acid that I had react together in a dry cup for half a minute at most. I had then added a few ounces of water to the resulting chlorine dioxide and then drank it down.
I did that six times over the latter morning and into the earliest afternoon.
Now, I don't know if it was because I had done something similar the day before using two drops of each reactant; and the day before that, a single drop of each. But in those earlier cases, I never noticed anything at all.
So yesterday I had jumped up the dose to three drops of the two reactants. Whether or not that led to why I felt peculiarly unwell yesterday, I don't know. But as I said, following a latter evening nap, I rose in the latter midnight hour last night and had the first of another three-drop dose. The plan was to remain up until I had taken at least five hourly doses.
But I just couldn't do it. I became far too weary, and returned to be just before I could have taken that fifth dose ─ it was around 4:30 a.m. It wasn't just that I felt extremely tired; I also felt completely averse to drinking anything more.
One problem for me is that I do not normally drink much water, so drinking a few ounces every damned hour for possibly as many as eight such consumptions ─ which has been my thus far unmet ultimate goal ─ is very uncomfortable for me. Even sticking it through to drink six such sessions in frankly unpalatable ─ and not just because of what's in the water. I just find myself feeling rebellious about forcing down any more unwanted water ─ it becomes too undesirably heavy.
I also was feeling a little indigestion, but some of that could have been due to my supper. I sometimes do experience a touch of that overnight anyway when I am sitting up.
We'll see how things go tonight. I will have my usual latter afternoon nap, and then try and remain up long enough to have at least five three-drop doses.
I will try to keep this up for three weeks ─ the three-drop doses; and then settle on just one daily extra large dose if by then I actually see and feel improvements from this MMS protocol.
My younger brother is on his own version of this protocol, but thus far he has not worked up to three drops ─ he only today began two drops.
I told him that if he keeps us supplied with the necessary distilled water, then I will buy the next batch of sodium chlorite and citirc acid.
Incidentally, I am deliberately not linking to any Wikipedia articles on any of these terms because they spout the lying mainstream line that the stuff is dangerous.
Well, as I have been typing these words this latter afternoon, my wife texted me that she is not going to make it home today to be able to participate in this, the final day of advance voting for next Monday's federal election.
I have a sunken feeling that her two sons are not going to bother themselves voting at all, despite me stressing that this is the most important federal election of my 71-year lifetime.
When the eldest lad got home from work a while before his mother texted me, he called for me to come and look at the dumbbells that he had bought.
He spent around $100 on two 25-pound fixed-weight dumbbells, and plans to henceforth try and add to a building workout collection. He's a gym rat, but as of today, a constitutionally illegal 'vaccine passport' has come into effect here in B.C.
How I pray to see Premier John Horgan and his murderous public health officer 'Bon-Bon' brought to justice for their deadly crimes committed in the name of COVID-19 public safety for the worldwide non-pandemic.
Because of that 'vaccine passport', my eldest stepson is unable to use his gym, for he is as yet 'unvaccinated'. His place of employment is leaving it up to the employees to choose whether or not they take the shot.
Unfortunately, upon quizzing him, I learned that his younger brother ─ who works in a bank ─ has submitted to pressure and gotten the first jab. He was too much of an apathetic weakling to stand up for his rights.
I expect that my wife will be doing the same ─ she has part-time employment at a Thai restaurant. Perhaps that was why she was unable to come home in order to vote ─ maybe today she is busy getting herself contaminated with a 'vaccination'.
My brother went off somewhere this afternoon as he usually does, but I don't know what he plans to do about drinking. Bars are supposed to be off-limits to the 'unvaccinated', and he is as aware as I am that this is not a legal 'vaccine'. It is a deadly genetic toxin ─ and everyone involved in its promotion deserve to be lined up and shot ─ especially since THERE IS NO EFFING PANDEMIC!
My brother claims to know of two pubs that are reportedly defying the 'vaccine passport' requirement, but neither one is near enough to us that he could safely drive home afterwards.
Consequently, I am expecting that he may well be showing up before too long and doing his drinking here at home for the unforeseeable future. If that starts happening, it will impact my evening home entertainment.
I don't feel too bad at all today ─ not like yesterday. I've got back what strength I it is that I have at this stage of my life. I also sat outside in the backyard this afternoon to enjoy some sunshine ─ I spent an hour while attired in cargo shorts and a tank top.
At most I weighed in at 178 pounds afterwards on an empty stomach; and a couple or so days ago, I might have been as low as 176 pounds.
I might as well try and catch some T.V. before my brother shows up if he is indeed going to be doing so extra early, so I am bringing this post to a halt here.
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