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My enthusiasm for realizing that part of my problems with my sore tongue and throat may be an ear infection that I could treat with silver colloids may be overblown. I woke up during the night with some fairly serious pain both in my throat and on my tongue. One thing that did help was that I had some Biotene left over from having had this sort of trouble before, and it really helped the described situation a lot.
I have washed out my sinuses and eustachian tubes with salt water a couple of times. In the past, when I've had sinus problems this always helped. In fact, it cured what ailed me. The current problem I'm having is not just a sinus infection, but the side effect of some of the prescribed medicines I'm taking. I've isolated each one by not taking them for a reasonable amount of time, but haven't been able to figure out what's wot.
Spraying the silver colloids in my ear canals may help. At least externally. Silver is a powerful antibiotic. It kills both fungi and bacteria. I decided to soak my feet in a solution of it. It can't hurt. I did it last night, and then added a pail of hot water to the solution and did it again this morning. I first got this idea from a prescription salve called SilverDene. I had open lesions on my toes that wouldn't go away, and the SilverDene took care of it immediately. The successful use of SilverDene was my motivation for learning how to make my own silver colloid solutions from watching YouTube videos.
Whatever dreams I may have had during the night got lost in the pain I woke up to. It doesn't take much of a distraction for me to lose my dreams before I can write them down. Putting my computer to Sleep instead of Shut Down really helps. I can get out of bed, walk over to my computer and hit the Space Bar, and then with one click boot up my word editor, and I'm ready to write. But, I can carelessly stump my toe on my way over to my computer, and forget what I drempt in a New York minute.
The weather reports say that it's gonna get really hot over the next week. Up into the low 90°s (32° C +) with fairly high humidity. We've had a cool, but pleasant Spring so far, but these high temps will put an end to that. I'll probably have to turn on my air conditioner to be able to get some sleep at night. Doing that offends my avaristic ways, but it's the noise of the machine that really get on my nerves.
Getting upset over noise has been pretty much of a lifelong affair with me. I think it got started back when I was a bum and sleeping out in the open with no protection and only my ears to warn me if trouble was approaching. That's why I don't use the air conditioner any more than I absolutely have to. It's so loud that I can't hear a car drive up to my house, and barely hear my brother's dogs warning me that someone is somewhere around.
The fact that I'm legally deaf has hardly anything to do with it. By using the Neurophone to learn how to hear through my skin I don't have to wear hearing aids. That's not as clear to me as it could be. Hearing through my skin happens through another nerve route for sound to my brain. What I hear through my ears enters my brain through the eighth cranial nerve, but not the sound I hear through my skin. One of these days, maybe, I'll figure that out.
It's very odd to me that my calves don't get tan from laying out in the Sun. My thighs do. They're weird looking too. I have scars all over my thighs from back when I was learning to weld pipes. Red hot "buckshot" beads would pop off the metal I was welding at times and burn little holes through my denim jeans. Thereby, burning the skin on my thighs. That would leave a small scar. Now that I'm laying out in the Sun to get vitamin D the natural way, all those tiny scars show up on my thighs because scars don't get tan. There may be as many as a hundred of them.
My body has lots of scars on it. Some from running through the woods and briar patches to get away from people chasing me to do me harm back when I was a bum. Some people wanna hurt you if you're different from them. Sometimes the difference is not so clear, but their intent to hurt me was unmistakeable. Since I was usually a stranger in a strange land, there was no place to hide except where those people were afraid to follow me to.
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