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When I first realised that a "miracle herb" had prevented my asthma attacks and stopped me wheezing, somewhat miraculously, during the first few months of my battle against lung disease in my early forties, I started to study herbal medicines in the University of Life. Thus far, I haven't had an asthma attack or wheezed for 17 years. After other "miracle herbs" cured some of my other ailments, it occurred to me that I ought to write my book, Diary of a Scribbler, based on records I have kept in my journals of what occurred after I began to experiment with herbal medicines in my early forties, some 17 years ago. I have listed below some - but not all - of the conditions which herbal medicines, minerals and super-foods have cured or reversed between my early forties and late fifties. How I lost more than 7 stone in weight in my fifties, aided by my Fat Burning Plan.- How I reversed my dementia in 2014 with herbal medicines, super-foods, amino acids, vitamins and minerals. How I stopped a stroke from paralysing me with an amino acid. How raw garlic saved my life during a major angina attack. How a miracle herb prevented my asthma attacks for 17 years. How this herb boosts immunity and may combat the effects of the coronavirus combined with the black box and herbal antivirals. How I cured my psoriasis in 2019 with a super-food and a herbal tea How I cured my fibromyalgia in 2014. How a miracle herb reduced the inflammation in my lungs and stopped asthma attacks for 17 years. How this anti-inflammatory, combined with herbal antivirals could be used to combat the coronavirus.

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Publié par	Troubador Publishing Ltd
Date de parution	28 septembre 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781838596484
Langue	English

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Copyright © 2020 Esme Sinclair

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Apart from any fair dealing for the purposes of research or private study, or criticism or review, as permitted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988, this publication may only be reproduced, stored or transmitted, in any form or by any means, with the prior permission in writing of the publishers, or in the case of reprographic reproduction in accordance with the terms of licences issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency. Enquiries concerning reproduction outside those terms should be sent to the publishers.

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Neither the author nor the publisher of this book is giving professional medical advice or services to the reader. The contents of this book are purely a record of real events, which show that the author improved some aspects of her health with a healthy diet, some herbal medicines, minerals and amino acids, to a greater or lesser extent, while she was going through the wars in her fifties. The ideas and methods she used to cure what ailed her are not intended as a substitute for consulting with your medical doctor. Neither the author nor the publisher shall be liable or responsible for any loss or damage allegedly arising from any information or suggestion contained in this book.
Contents
PART ONE
‘HOW DO YOU KNOW IT’S HYPERTENSION?’
‘DEAR NIECE ESME…’
‘DIDN’T YOUR TEACHERS SPEAK TO YOU?’
DEMENTIA
THE STROKE
‘I NEED SOME GARLIC!’
THE 50 FOOT WOMAN
ANGEL WINGS
‘HOW DID YOU HAPPEN TO HAVE GABA IN THE CUPBOARD?’
THE SCRIBBLER
‘A LONG STORY ABOUT MEANINGLESS SCRIBBLES!’
RANGOON - BURMA (MYANMAR)
THE JOHNSONS
‘LOOK IT ARP IN THE DICTIONARY!’
‘WHY CAN’T I BE HAPPY LIKE THEM?’
‘ESME! ESME! ARE YOU UP?’
MR GUTHRIE
DR BRIARS
HOUSE OF PINK CARPETS
FORCE AND RATHBONE ENGINEERING
‘I WON’T PUSH YOUR WHEELCHAIR!’
‘THE FINNS LEAD THE WORLD IN EDUCATION…’
STRANGE INCIDENTS

PART TWO
‘GOD! WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?’
‘I THINK I’VE GOT A HERNIA!’
‘IF YOU TELL DR FLORENCE THAT SHE’LL CERTIFY YOU!’
‘A LOADED LUGER OR CYANIDE…’
‘IF YOU CAME TO THE WEDDING, WHAT WOULD YOU EAT?’
‘I CAN’T IMAGINE ESME EVER BEING SHY!’
RUBBER GLOVES
‘WHAT’S HAPPENING TO YOU?’
‘IT’S ALL THIS FOOD YOU’RE EATING!’
‘MARCEL’S MOVING HOUSE…’
‘SCRIBBLE IT DOWN!’
‘HOW DID YOU LIKE YOUR DIARIES?’
‘I’VE GOT THIRTY DAYS TO LIVE!’
‘DON’T BE A VICTIM, DARLING…’
A PLACE IN THE SUN
‘ARGENTINA, HERE I COME!’
‘I DON’T REMEMBER TAKING THEM…’
THE STALKER

PART THREE
‘YOU WENT INTO MY ALADDIN’S CAVE…’
‘BOIL AND SIMMER…’
MR SWEET
HOW I ‘LOST’ MORE THAN SEVEN STONE IN MY FIFTIES
STRESS BUSTERS, HOW I REDUCED MY MENOPAUSE SYMPTOMS NATURALLY AND MAINTAINED WEIGHT LOSS
THE BOOK-THROWING INCIDENT
‘WE NEED TO GET CONNECTED TO THE INTERNET’
‘WHAT HAVE I DONE?’
HOW I REVERSED MY DEMENTIA
HOW I CURED MY FIBROMYALGIA (FMS) AND BACK PAIN
MICHAEL RECCIA
PROFESSOR PIERCE
HERCULES
‘GENIUS IS CAUGHT IN ORIGINAL THOUGHT…’
JOSEPH
A BUNSEN BURNER
‘DON’T FORGET I’M GOING SAMARITANING…’
SYLVIA
‘LOOK AT THIS HOUSE!’
‘JUST SIMPLY CALL ME AN ANARCHIST!’
‘ESME…IT LOOKS LIKE BOJO WON!’
THE LIBRARY
THE DOOR-TO-DOOR SALESMAN
‘…AN EARTHQUAKE, MAGNITUDE 2.9’
‘YOU WON’T BE READY THEN…’
FRACKING
AN INSPIRING LETTER
‘I’M UGLY!’
‘YOU’RE GETTING INTO DEEP WATER…’
HOW I CURED MY PSORIASIS WITH IMMUNE SYSTEM BOOSTERS AND A ‘MIRACLE HERB’ WHICH COULD COMBAT THE CORONAVIRUS
NURSE SPENCER
KUDZU
VASELINE… A MIRACLE CURE
‘JESUS CAN HEAR YOU…’
‘BE A TREE ANGEL’
‘IT’S NOT POSSIBLE! IT DEFIES THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!’
POWERFUL WEAPONS WITH WHICH TO FIGHT THE CORONAVIRUS

PERMISSIONS
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
APPENDIX

PART ONE
1
‘HOW DO YOU KNOW IT’S HYPERTENSION?’
14th February 2013
The other day I had one of those nights. At around half past two in the morning I’d woken up, feeling my heart racing like Lewis Hamilton’s Formula One racing car and missing beats. Instantly, it dawned on me that I’d developed an irregular heartbeat. My heart sounds like an old car which has developed engine trouble, I thought, surprised I had managed to stay calm while at the same time I knew I was in terrible trouble. My heart beat so fast I thought I was going to die. The torture I’ve suffered every day for the last six months has triggered this. This is very serious… I’d better be careful. I moved slowly to the edge of my bed. God, what else is going to happen to me? I wondered anxiously as my feet touched the floor. Aware of my fear of doctors, I went downstairs to search for a medicine, thinking, I’m not going to see a doctor. I’ll sort this out by myself. Close to the stairs in his bedroom, Lathan was snoring away in bed. I thought, I won’t disturb him. Tensions often increase between us when I talk to him about my health, and the last thing I want now is more tension. Downstairs in the kitchen, I rummaged around a cupboard before I took a bottle of green tablets out of it. About fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, sipping a kind of tea, which I’d made with the green tablets I’d crushed with my pestle and mortar and hot water, thinking, this will have to do. I can’t find anything else for what ails me! Yuck, this is disgusting but it’s saving my life! This tastes like powdered beetles mixed with hot cabbage water. If I don’t die of a heart attack, the taste of this disgusting liquid will kill me! I hope I can find a better medicine than this soon! This is a temporary solution but it’ll have to do for now. People can die of an irregular heartbeat. But I’m not going to a doctor about it. I’m going to sort it out myself or die.
It was about the third week of March and I was in the kitchen at a quarter to one in the afternoon, contemplating suicide one moment, euthanasia the next, when I saw Lathan going over to wash his glasses under the tap. Leaning forward with a hand on a cupboard, I said, ‘I’m suffering from hypertension; the stress of my illnesses has put a tremendous strain on my heart.’
‘How do you know it’s hypertension? It might have been indigestion.’ He washed his glasses at the kitchen sink.
I took a plate out of a cupboard. ‘Because I can feel and hear my heart racing every day. And I’ve felt it missing beats. It feels like a Grand Prix racing car speeding through my chest before it misses beats. My father suffered from heart disease. He died of a massive heart attack at sixty-six! I could’ve died last night if I hadn’t taken my herbal beta blocker. You don’t seem to realize how ill I am!’
‘There’s no such thing as a herbal beta blocker!’ He dried his glasses with a sheet of kitchen roll.
‘Well, it might not be the same as the one you take but it calmed me down last night. It was like a powerful sedative which slowed down the rate at which my heart was beating,’ I answered quickly. ‘It’s used to treat hypertension. If I hadn’t taken it I could’ve died last night. My herbal medicine works! That’s all I care about. It saved my life! I know it’s only a temporary measure but for now it’s saving my life!’
One day in early April, I dashed to Lathan’s bedroom and resumed work on my book. Before leaving my bedroom, I thought long and hard about to whom I should leave my platinum wedding ring and my white gold and diamond engagement ring, should I die while the trial of Oscar Pistorius was still going on. I thought, I’ll leave my engagement ring to Bernie. She was very kind to me while I was running my greetings card business from our house of pink carpets in my thirties. When I had cash flow problems, she loaned me £750 and has never asked for that money back. I thought that was good of her. So, in my forties, I told her, if I get a book contract, she’d have some of my royalties and we left it at that. Then I thought, I must contact the pensions people to let them know that I want to leave my pension to Lathan.
Towards late spring, early summer, Lathan and I had another tense conversation about hypertension in the kitchen one afternoon, shortly before I went for my usual walk. ‘I had another hypertensive attack last night. My heart was racing. I could hear it missing beats,’ I said, hoping for some compassion. I felt like I was talking to a robot as he replied coldly, ‘You were probably suffering from indigestion!’ Anxious to make myself understood, I was feeling tongue tied when I blurted out: ‘I couldn’t possibly be suffering from indigestion because, when it happens, my stomach is empty! A top dermatologist diagnosed that I could feel dust mites at cellular level! So I can feel other things at cellular level. I can feel my heart racing in bed at night and missing beats! I can hear everything that’s going on beneath my chest as if I’ve got a built-in stethoscope! You can’t feel dust mites at cellular level but I can! So I know I’ve got an irregular heartbeat. And I’ve had a minor heart attack. I felt my heart muscle stiffening like a block of cement. I’ve felt a crushing pain in my left arm and jaw… and in the calves at the back of my legs. Ordinary heart tests can’t detect these things. That cuff method which your doctor used on you only detects a certa