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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Diabetes Medications That CAUSE Amputations │ Useless Bone Density Scans and the Bone-Breaking Medications Being Prescribed │ Salt Reduction Is More Dangerous than Excess Consumption

At present, it is already into the second half of the afternoon, and we've had nothing but cloudy skies.

There has been so much cloudy weather in the past week or more ─ why doesn't it rain and get it over with?

It's the kind of day in which I would have preferred to go out into for any shopping, but I remained home ─ I just cannot seem to bear the public event of walking the four blocks or so to get some local grocery shopping done.

Of course, much of that has to do with racking up an insufficient amount of sleep ─ despite getting to bed ahead of midnight last night, and not getting up this morning until nearly 8:00 a.m.

Sleep just will not remain with me for adequate blocks of time.

In addition, having unemployed eldest step-son Tho home is no boon; and his younger brother Pote evidently never had to work until an early-afternoon start, so he didn't leave for his bus until during the noon-hour.

There are no other breaks in my favour, either, so I think I'll just skip further reflection upon my day apart from stating that I think my wife Jack will probably make a visit home late this evening from Vancouver.

The Pattullo Bridge is to be closed overnight ─ weather depending ─ both Wednesday and Thursday; and it is scheduled to be closed the whole of the weekend.  If she doesn't come home this evening, then Jack will have to pay nearly $11 to use the toll-heavy Port Mann Bridge for any round-trips she makes.

The Pattullo is free to use.

When I texted Jack the bridge closures information last night after her shift at Mango Thai Restaurant, she texted back the following sequence:
K, thanks super busy tonight and I'm cool too

I mean I'm cook

My hand hurt so much from 8 pm

Nine stop all day

None stop all day
I know she works hard ─ I wish that she didn't need to....

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I have a photo  that I would like to post now ─ the description beneath it is from the Google album where I have the scanned image stored.

I had to scan it within a photo album.

My younger brother Mark ─ the best that I can offer concerning the date of the photo is that it was probably taken in 1974, but I suppose 1975 is not out of the realm of possibility, as is even 1973.

But if we go with the prospect that the photo is from 1974, then his age would be either 21 or 22 ─ depending on which side of his July birthday we would be looking at.

It looks to me like it was a candid shot ─ his girlfriend Catherine Jeanette Gunther likely surprised him with a sneak shot.
My brother was someone I enjoyed being around back then.

Not so much anymore ─ he drinks so much that once he's drunk, it's as if he enters into dementia or senility.

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This report about diabetes medications ─ and the damage being attributed to them ─ made me pull a face expressing involuntary repugnance as I was reading it:

If you or someone you love is diabetic, I'm sure you've gotten the hard sell about how important it is to take your meds.

Skip those pills or injections, the mainstream will tell you, and you'll be on the fast track to heart disease, blindness, and kidney failure.

You may even need to have your toes or legs amputated.

But now a shocking new study is proving that diabetics may be at greater risk than ever of losing their limbs.

And, believe it or not, it's all thanks to those same drugs that Big Pharma is forcing down our throats.

The only people who might care less about our health and well being than Big Pharma are the fat cats on Wall Street.

And even they thought Invokana -- and diabetes meds like it called SGLT2 inhibitors -- shouldn't have been approved.

In fact, before Invokana got the green light a few years ago, Goldman Sachs was warning its clients that it would never see the light of day.

But when it comes to the FDA, the odds are always with the drug maker -- and not with folks like us.

And ever since Invokana hit the market, we've been hearing nothing but horror stories about its side effects.

This latest one, though, may take the cake.

A new study has found that patients taking Invokana are experiencing up to twice the rate of amputations as those taking a placebo.

That's right -- it looks like this same drug that's supposed to be protecting you from amputation could end up costing you your limbs instead.

While these amputations have included the loss of legs and feet, the FDA was quick to tell us that mostly toes were involved.

Are you kidding me? Is that supposed to make us feel better?

So how in the world are we just learning about these risks now, after Invokana has been prescribed to people all across the country?

Well, as I've told you before, the FDA rushed Invokana to market (because Heaven knows we needed more diabetes drugs) under one of the most ridiculous and risky ideas ever.

It's called post-market approval. And that basically allows a company to start selling meds now, while it spends years conducting follow-up studies to see how risky it is.

That makes all of us guinea pigs while drug companies rake in billions. And with Invokana, there may be more than our limbs at stake.

This same safety study, which won't wrap up until 2017, is also checking to see if the drug can cause major heart problems.

And I'm betting that it does.

Invokana and other SGLT2 inhibitors work by dumping glucose in your urine. And experts have warned that can cause dehydration, abnormally low blood pressure, and damage to the kidneys and heart.

On top of that, the FDA has already issued other warnings about the drug. I told you almost a year ago how Invokana can trigger a life-threatening condition called ketoacidosis.

So what's the FDA going to do about all this? In a word, nothing.

It says it's "investigating" the problem with amputations, and will get back to us later when it knows more. In the meantime, diabetics need to contact their doctors right away if they have any new foot problems.

Well, thanks for nothing.

I'm sure you'll agree that sitting around waiting for the FDA to do its job is not an option.

So if your doctor has prescribed Invokana, Invokamet, or another SGLT2 inhibitor,* it's urgent that you talk with him as soon as possible about what your alternatives are.

Your limbs -- and maybe even your life -- could depend on it.

*Other SGLT2 inhibitors include: Farxiga, Jardiance, Glyxambi and Xigduo XR.
There's a little more about this at a legal website:


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Why are people so bloody stupid as to think that something concocted by a pharmaceutical company in a laboratory will be better than actual nutritional supplements at enhancing bone density?

It's a dangerous trap that only we women used to worry about.

But now, guys, they're coming for you, too.

For years I've been warning you how the mainstream uses unreliable bone scans to force millions of women onto osteoporosis drugs they don't need.

And some of these meds are the riskiest around.

Now there's a new push to start screening men the minute their AARP cards show up in the mail.

It's a scheme that could make Big Pharma a fortune -- and that could leave you battling everything from serious bone breaks to cancer.

Believe it or not, May is National Osteoporosis Month.

And if the mainstream has its way, it's going to be bigger than Christmas and Thanksgiving put together.

You see, a new study out of Houston Methodist Hospital is the latest to tell guys they should line up for bone density scans.

And they want men to start up even sooner than women -- at age 50!

Dr. Mary Ruppe, who authored the report, said that women have a "screening safety net" that men don't, and it's time to change that.

But that safety net is more like a dragnet.

Because the DXA scan used to diagnose bone problems -- and the drugs handed out to treat them -- come with some dark secrets that specialists like Dr. Ruppe won't be talking about. For example:

DXA Secret #1: Experts call the DXA scan the most unreliable medical test you can get. And just about anything can throw off the results, like the clothes you're wearing or the technician's method of giving it.

DXA Secret #2: Different brands of scanners give out wildly different results. While one may say you're fine, another might diagnose you as ready to fall to pieces any second.

In other words, DXA scans regularly result in people getting bone meds they never needed.

And the drugs that are dispensed to strengthen your bones after a
low-score DXA scan, ones such as Fosamax, Boniva and Reclast, are as dangerous as they get.

For one thing, they're known to actually cause bone fractures. And Fosamax has been linked to esophageal cancer and an irregular heartbeat. Boniva's side effects include vision changes, severe stomach pain and difficulty breathing.

Plus that, women -- and men -- who take these bisphosphonate drugs can't even get a tooth pulled if necessary. These meds can cause a jaw condition called ONJ that can leave an open, non-healing socket in your gum that can require reconstructive surgery.

And even if you aren't diagnosed with osteoporosis after a DXA scan, you're still at risk of being prescribed one of these drugs for the non-condition called "osteopenia."

No matter what you read on your news feed or see on the nightly newscast, there are plenty of ways for both men and women to keep their bones strong without ever going near one of these drugs.

Regularly taking vitamin D is one very important way. Another is taking vitamin K supplements made from natto or nattokinase.

Vitamin K actually works with with D to protect bones. And adding K is especially important if you're taking calcium.

sahourymedicalinstitute.com: DEXA Bone Density Scanner

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Do you sometimes prefer a salty snack over a sweet one?

Go ahead ─ indulge! 

Just don't be eating packaged (i.e., processed) salty snacks of any sort. 

Once you're diagnosed with high blood pressure, you practically have to keep the salt shaker hidden under your mattress.

The mainstream will fill your head with tall tales about how eating salt is a one-way ticket to an early grave.

You'd think the Morton's Salt girl was carrying a coffin instead of an umbrella!

But now a new study out of Canada should be the final end for the Great Salt Myth.

Because researchers have proven that if you have high blood pressure, cutting back on salt isn't just dangerous.

It could actually kill you.

It doesn't matter how many studies come out on the heath benefits of salt -- or that our bodies can't survive without it.

The mainstream -- and our government -- aren't about to admit they've been giving terrible advice to people with high blood pressure for decades.

Just ask Dr. Andrew Mente, a top researcher from McMaster University in Canada.

Mente has been under constant attack since he released his new study proving that a low-salt diet can be a death sentence for people with hypertension.

Of course, if the people who are attacking Mente would bother to read his study, they'd see he's right on the money.

Mente actually pooled together the results of four different studies involving 133,000 people from 49 different countries. And he found that cutting back on salt is a lot more dangerous for you than eating too much of it.

In fact, people with high blood pressure who consumed less than 3,000 mg. of salt a day were a whopping 34 percent more likely to have a heart attack or stroke.

Even if you don't have high blood pressure, a low-salt diet can increase your heart attack or stroke risk by a frightening 26 percent.

You'd think that would be enough to get the mainstream thinking twice about its war on salt. But it doesn't look like that's going to happen any time soon.

The second the ink dried on Mente's study, a former president of the American Heart Association claimed he wasn't buying it -- and that it "should not be used to guide public policy."

Are you kidding me? If a study with 133,000 people won't convince the AHA, it looks like nothing will.

The fact is, the AHA has spent years recommending a dangerous 1,500 mg. salt limit for high blood pressure -- and it's not about to admit it's been putting all of us in harm's way.

These guys probably still believe that the Earth is flat and the moon is made of cheese (and low-salt cheese at that)!

But the fact is, Mente's study wasn't the first to prove that the science behind low-salt diets is paper thin. I told you about a study out of Germany 12 years ago that found that ditching salt is unhealthy for seniors.

Most Americans consume about 3,400 mg. of salt a day -- and that's right where we should be, according to this latest research.

If you have high blood pressure and have been cutting back on salt, print this article and show it to your doctor.

Because it doesn't look like there's any excuse for mealtime to be miserable any more.
Even professionals have a huge hurdle when it comes to un-learning something.  The food pyramid and similar dietary guidelines are deeply flawed.

Obviously anyone can consume too much salt ─ this isn't a licence to go bonkers.  But screw the 2,300-milligram ceiling.

Here's one other report about this:



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And now it's time to sign off today's post with an entry from my journal of 41 years ago when I was 25 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.
SATURDAY, May 24, 1975

Up at 6:00 a.m. this sunny day.  

The parade commences at 11:00 a.m., but I am not sure this morning that I will view it.

I must here mention that Monday while cruising up 6th St. in front of the Post Office with Art & Judd, I waved to and was recognized by Heinz.

Developments, as I've already suggested, saw me miss the parade; I felt too uncommon to be part of such a grand event.

I think I managed to catch a very slight nap.

Bill didn't come till about 1:45 p.m.; my smorgasbord meal was well enjoyed; he took me home afterward.

I lolled about.

Something afore 8:30 p.m. came knocking of Mark, and then Bill; they had a free night, as Cathy was with Cathy.

We bought a case so as to enjoy the lunar eclipse, first noticing David chaired on his porch.

The pair had one apiece, then to the Russell for beer.  I even had a free rye & Coke in the lounge.

I spent but $3.

We went after closing to Crescent and White Rock, then dropped off Mark.

I should be abed well before 4:15 a.m. after peanut butter buns; Bill is to collect me for laundry, rather late.  Mayhaps I'll get him to go see dad a short time.

Eight buns I had.
I was referring to the Hyack Festival parade at the start of the journal entry.  But I missed it because I generally felt like a social misfit who had no place in society, and so I just could not face the public by myself.

I don't now recall just where the "Post Office" was on Sixth Street ─ was it down near Columbia Street?  At any rate, I was with Art Smith and his younger brother Judd (Gerald).  Art was in his early 40s, and was undoubtedly driving us in his pick-up truck, I believe.

It was Heinz Kirchner that I saw on the street and got acknowledgment from.  I knew him from an eight-week full-time Basic Job Readiness Training (BJRT) course we had both enrolled for in the previous Fall.

He was German, and probably in his early 40s, too.  

I was sorry to discover ─ earlier this year, I think ─ that he died in November 1990 at the age of 57.  He was a nice guy.

Anyway, it seems that I was waiting for my old friend William Alan Gill to show up so that we could go to the Family Smorgasbord together ─ I am quite sure that it was located where the ill-fated Swedana Smorgasbord had been in a shopping plaza at Eighth Avenue & McBride Boulevard in New Westminster.  

We were to have our feast in the early afternoon, and then he dropped me off back at my room.

I was to have him come by later that evening with my younger brother Mark.  Evidently Mark's girlfriend Catherine Jeanette Gunther was off partying with her friend "Cathy," whom I think she came to know when they both worked at Scott Paper in New Westminster. 

I guess Jeanette likely had the car, so Mark was riding with Bill.

I sure don't say much about a lunar eclipse that we all decided to prepare for by purchasing a case of beer, do I?  But on the way to the government liquor store, it was my old friend Philip David Prince that we saw as he sat on a chair on the porch of the rooming house he was living in.  

With the beer bought, Mark and Bill each had one before we headed for the Russell Hotel beer parlour or pub, perhaps New Westminster's most popular drinking hole at the time.

We remained there until it closed in the early a.m., and then Bill drove us off to first Crescent Beach in Surrey, and then White Rock ─ was this for purposes of seeing the eclipse?  I remember nothing of it.

And then it was time to call it a night.  Mark and Jeanette were renting a home together located in Whalley, so that is where we dropped him off.  

Bill would be picking me up the following day so we could go to a laundromat together.

But before I hit the sack late in the night's a.m., I was hungry again ─ enough to make and eat eight buns with peanut butter!

I miss such camaraderie so very much.  Now, I can barely afford my budgeted three cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer each evening ─ I can't afford to drink in a bar.  

So I sit home....
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