I am going to post with only light editing until tomorrow. But there isone question that I would like to ask:

Does anyone else here get turned on by the act of straining at stool? Now get your head out of the toilet. I don't mean "sexually aroused by the thinking about the act". I mean when you "give it all you got while sitting upon the Throne of Elvis" before you meds are on the scene, do you find that, much to your surprise, the Wait is over and life can begin?

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Hypothesis: rather than Parkinson's causing constipation (as I'd always assumed), it is rather the case, that with the wrong bugs in the gut, Parkinson's and constipation reinforce one another: Parkinson's slows the transit time, leaving longer for toxins to build up, leading to a worsening of the Parkinson's, and so on.



The darned GI system is a heck of a lot more complex than was thought just a decade ago. And we are symbiotic with it. And dead without it. It is a high bio-tech manufacturing house turning out thousands of things that our lives need.


If this hypothesis were correct, we would expect to find that:
- once the body has recovered from the stress of defecation, symptoms would fall to a minimum and then increase progressively until the next defecation. (It could be that the effect of years of damage swamp the short term effects);



- the probability distribution of the time between defecation is U-shaped. (The hypothesis would suggest that you have a period of reduced symptoms when the chances of going again are good, but if this opportunity is missed it gets harder and harder to go, until eventually the issue is forced.)

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I had intended to come back to this earlier but I keep getting sidetracked. But "No more!, I cry." is close to "No! More! I cry!" which is astoundingly different in meaning.

I plan to follow this closely for awhile. At least as closely as prudence dictates underthe circumstancs.

Particularly in light of the FDA's recent determination that we are not smart enough to wipe ourselves! That is basically the stance they are taking in requiring that 100-page forms be filled out and given to a soulless bureaucrat for a decades long deliberation on your specific case.

This technique is actually working and working too well to suit some very self-important individuals. (darn! That's a good looking word that I just gave birth to. It means, "May the aroused caterpiller of love seek to take refuge in your home." But, unfortunately, I seem to have lost the word which began it all.

We really do have a problem here. The state, with its many weapons, is ready to fight and kill us over something as insane as this.

Actually, the FDA - USDA - Big Pharma never took it seriously - at least not until it was almost too late. Think about it for a minute. Would you have wanted to be the one who broke the news to Mr. Big? So now they are "whistling past the graveyard."

We are talking about the reseizure of the power over our own health and the Big Boys are going to lose. The poop jokes alone will be such a mess that Leno et al will have it made. And if the thugs decide to bust heads to reestablish who is in charge, they are going to quickly discover that they have stepped in it for real this time.



Anyone seen me around here? Yes, it looks like it may be a real battle shaping up. Who would have thought that The Great Corporate War of October 12th of 2015 from 8:07 PM to 8:13 PM would be over such mundane materials?

But enough about me. What about you ?

Before moving on I would like to apologize for this brief outbreak of non-confbormity, but it seems that the occasional burning off of the dregs of the weeks L-dopa is of some value in beating psychois resulting in this mess. Sometimes a good old dopamine rant is just what granma needed.