At long last I have found a source for intravenous glutathione as well as a source of administering. In our region, we have a famous college for naturopathic medicine, it's not close to me and it's not cheap but I have an opportunity to try it. Through this college I discovered a provider that also wants to try out homeopathic remedies and also chelation therapy under the assumption that heavy metal toxins may lie at the source of this autoimmune disease.
Fed up. Sick of hearing, "I'm sorry." Apologies don't erase the pain you inflict on me. You pull my pubic hair. Your nitrile gloves pull the hair from my head. Not once in a while but day in and day out. You turn me in a manner that suits you rather than in a manner that doesn't stress my body. Why won't you use the pad and sheet to turn me as one unit? Instead, you allow my body to twist as you hold me one-handed. How good you are at your job. What part of "my muscles are dying" don't you understand?
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