Amish Antibiotic Made for the First Time

I over used Listerine and disrupted the natural balance of bacteria in my body. This caused oral Thrush. Immediately I began my home based care which now includes the Amish Amoxicillin.

So called Amish Amoxicillin is a combination of natural ingredients that I refrigerate upto two weeks. I can, but don’t have, to take up to three tablespoons a day inside food products such as tea and soups. A tablespoon at a time not 3 at one time. So, what’s in it?

Apple cider vinegar, pineapple, whole peeled lemon, garlic and ginger, ceyenne pepper 1/2 teaspoon, black pepper 1/2 teaspoon, yellow turmeric, onion, honey. Below is the recipe.

Just a note. When it comes to peeling veggies, spices, roots, herbs, etc, I’m all for the skin unless it’s going to alter the taste of the dish. Leave the lemon peel off. Benefits don’t justify it’s use. Time doesn’t permit explanation.

I leave the skin on for the ginger. Take it off of the turmeric. I run my garlic through a press and add a tad more apple cider vinegar and honey. After everything has been cut up I put it all in a bullet to blend. There’s no cooking.

This can be used as a tea or in food.

There are many Amish Amoxicillin recipes to choose from. For instance Recipe Realm on Facebook offers a wonderful version. I’m going to give it a try next time.

The good thing about this little antibiotic is that it’s primarily kidney friendly. I say primarily because garlic and turmeric can be an issue for people with type two diabetes who take medicine. High doses of it can interfere with your skilled doctor prescribed medication. This is a helper for the doc not a replacement. It won’t help some.

Be smart

Faith Magdalene’s Sundrip

Therapy Review: Permission to Speak

Holding out for MoreI saw my psychiatrist today. We talked about the suicidal feelings. She asked if I feel suicidal at the Kingdom Hall. I said no, I feel like I can make it one more day. She and my psychologist suggested I stick close to the brothers and sisters. but especially try my best to be there in person.

I know my attitude stinks. I’ve got to pray much more about that……

Dr. D and I are taking on an art project where I let my body speak. Often I form experiences and emotions on canvas but they’re from my head. They’re all but photographs of my mind at that time. The rather large therapy painting will be a painting where body expresses itself as it goes through medical changes.

Imagine not speaking the language of anyone around you. Pictures are all you’ve got to tell how you experience the world, the world where there is only one person, one physical being. Now that body has to try and free itself of silence so that bitterness is released. It needs to speak and I can tell and I have a feeling this assignment will be very emotional, humbling and beneficial. I think I’ll have a sense of freedom. I think it’ll give me relief.

A moment of self talk

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A Month of Strings 1

This may look familiar. I’ve had it forever. “The Tin Man”. He also reminds me of a puppet on strings and the need for freedom. From what?

Tin Man - is still available
Tin Man – Available

From the things that wrap around pnd me. I feel tangled. I feel lost, pulled in several different directions, floating above unstable ground. MY HEART IS BROKEN and I can’t seem to make it stop hurting.

Go here and get twisted around so you’ll feel better and, less pain.

Go here and for this doctor’s magic.

I just want to see my therapist again. I want to remember his face. I saw him in person today but he was so blurry. I couldn’t see him.

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A Month of Strings 2

I’m still trying to come to terms with the health scare.

Patience - unavailable
Patience – unavailable

I micromanaged every move for fear it would be my last. I thought about a journal I’ve lost touch with, a girl who wrote about the “indignity of death.” How is she? Where is she? I cleaned my room because no one should have to clean it up. I started to take out the trash but I was tired. Then I thought, if I won’t be here tomorrow I should turn off the heat, ya know? I thought about doing my hair then realized it wouldn’t matter. I never thought, I need to throw away this or that so no one finds it.

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