So much change…

Really, this post is just an excuse to try out the new WordPress installation.  You know I love to try this stuff out on the little blog before I put it out to the real world…

That, and there are changes happening.  Again.  A lot.

As you may have already heard, we moved again.  Yes, the last time was only in February of this year.  Well, we kinda went from the frying pan into the fire with Daniel’s seizures.  We thought the main problem at the old house was heavy metal poisoning, and that was a problem, but… we were introduced to a whole NEW problem when we got to the new apartment.  The seizures roughly reduced, kind of, mostly due to a difference in the medication, but not significantly.  Our lowest count was around five a day, but normally, it was closer to twelve.  That’s twelve separate episodes, with each episode having anywhere from three to ten seizures each.

Around the middle of November, I took Daniel to the doctor for an emergency blood draw to make sure that the new medication we’d added in wasn’t creating the daily spontaneous nose-bleeds (I’m still not convinced that it wasn’t a factor, but they insist that it was fine).  Instead of heading straight home, I went over to Debbie’s house to drop off a new shelf for her (she really needed a little something right next to the stove), and on a whim, I drove around her neighborhood to see if there were any houses for rent.

Okay… it wasn’t totally on a whim.  It was fueled by the observation yet again that Daniel had few or no seizures when we were out and about like that.  Hypothesis: the apartment was, in some way, toxic.  Repeated exploration of this hypothesis has supported the potential conclusion, and frankly, my nerves couldn’t handle the waiting to get someone to sign off on it.  Every time I went outside to the porch and saw the 28 electrical lines running across the field next to the house, at least ten of which were specifically high-tension wires, I got a twist of fear and anxiety in my gut.

Well, I found a house, and literally the next day, I signed the lease, and we were completely moved in by Thanksgiving.  It’s a three-bedroom, one-bath in Irving, in the Art District, with a one-car garage, a drive-way, a huge backyard… it’s actually a little smaller than the apartment, but the garage totally makes up for it.  And the backyard.  It has a massive cottonwood tree that shades the entire lot – even the already-installed clothes lines.  I am definitely happy with it.

The floors are stone, which is a good thing because it means that there is less dander and no chemical break-down to deal with.  The furnace, water heater, and stove all run on natural gas.  The electrical system was updated recently to the most efficient model possible, and the insulation and drywall have all been replaced in the last couple of years.  The rent is a little more than I was paying before, but I suspect that my utilities will be cumulatively lower.

And the best part?  We have seen an immediate and significant reduction in seizures.  We’re talking only two or three a day.  There was one day that we had twelve, in fairness, but that was the day after the MRI (with sedation).  If we’re actively demonstrating that there was a direct correlation between an intense electromagnetic field and seizures, then it makes sense that we’d have to deal with that kind of fallout.  (In fairness, it could also have been the sedation and the fact that he didn’t really want to eat for a full day afterward, but that hasn’t produced as many seizures that I’ve observed.)

With this change, other things are starting to bubble to the surface.  Old yearnings are coming up, stories are starting to form… but at the same time, there’s almost a more fundamental drive coming forth.  Some time ago, I had a dream that I moved into a new house.  This might’ve been a portent for what we just experienced, but I got more of the impression that it was a symbolic move into a new mode of thinking.  I was getting rid of things that I’d inherited but couldn’t use, transitioning into a collection of things that had purpose and were beautiful – and were all of my choosing.  I wasn’t “saddled” with anything, it was completely me exercising my options.

Now, I want to make my real life match that.  I’ve been going through boxes and getting rid of things I don’t want or need.  I’m not being indiscriminate, but I am being practical.  There are all of these glasses and knick-knacks and dust collectors… they will be packed away in permanent boxes so that nothing can happen to them but they won’t get under foot.  Books that haven’t been read in more than three years are being carted off to Half-Price Books.  Boxes of things that belong to other people are being prepped and put aside.

I’m tired of not being able to move freely in my own space.  There will be much rearranging over the course of the next few months as everything decides where it wants to live.  I am preparing my home for the act of creation, for a phase of creativity, and I’m looking forward to what comes out of it.

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  1. December 14, 2011

    Hey Dawn,

    Like vaccines and autism, it’s the Mom’s who lead the way for scientists with their observations

    My Business is electromagnetic fields (EMF) and
    has been since 1993 when I move in under powerlines.

    My epileptic roommates seizures jumped up.
    It got me thinking… I had seizures when I was a kid.
    I went to my childhood home and measured the electromagnetic fields. Big time. My seizures disappeared when I moved downstairs.
    No EMF radiation downstairs.

    We had an epileptic dog growing up.
    He always laid down behind my father’s chair.
    I happened to be a Laz-y-Boy recliner so was
    always plugged in and giving off an electric field.

    The chair was (unfortunately) positioned directly
    above the furnace. The alternator on the furnace gave
    off a huge surge of EMF whenever it came on.

    Hardly scientific certainty
    but everything starts with observation.
    Besides, I WAS certain.

    So I went to the Stanford Epilepsy Conference
    put on by Stanford University All the Big Brains were gathered.

    They are -self-proclaimed – best in the world. .

    I, the only lay person amongst the researchers.
    The top guy gets up and he points to his big pie chart …
    ” Epilepsy is an electrical storm in the brain…” points to
    a big grey area and he says ” 75% of epileptic seizures
    are caused by some unknown environmental factor”.

    I put up my hand, “It’s electromagnetic fields”.
    He quickly and rudely chastised me for my ignorance
    and pressed on.

    Next presenter was a woman, the organizer –
    and by reputation – the world’s second biggest brain
    on the subject of epilepsy.

    Same, only different – when she got to the ‘big mystery’
    part of her show I put up my hand, “It’s electromagnetic fields”.

    With a tad more decorum she sympathized with my stupidity.

    Third guy, a young guy hot off the academic presses in Europe (Italy to be exact). He represented the future of epilepsy research… and the other two couldn’t praise him enough.

    Well, twice burned…
    I waited and button-holed him outside in the quadrangle.
    I walked straight up to him and again said, “It’s electromagnetic fields!”
    He replied “That’s brilliant! You know they are using EMF to TREAT epilepsy in Spain”. “Yes I do”, I replied.

    That was 1996.
    You can see how far we have come.

    Good luck with Daniel.
    I’d suggest KNOW electromagnetic fields and how to avoid them and really look into alternative medicine, diet and the like.

    Take Care,

    EMF Guy

    • Dawn
      December 14, 2011

      Personal evidence strongly suggests that vaccines don’t cause autism, but they sure as hell can aggravate them by triggering even more immune responses. But that’s another story.

      Thanks for your insight! I’m glad I’m not the only one. 🙂

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