Funny side of parasite detox...

by jaiprakash
(mumbai, india)

I became intimately acquainted with parasites when I was twenty eight years old. I was visiting to amritsar in order to see golden temple which is very famous in India.

I obediently drank the Holy water at the Golden Temple in Amritsar,just like everybody else there. Along with the other worshippers, I took a bowl, dipped it into the turbid brown water and drank it reverently.

Later, I watched idly as two old men washed themselves down in the temple pool. That night we took a train to Delhi. The carriages were packed with families, children and animals. I was lucky because I managed to clamber up onto a narrow luggage rack where I would remain immobile until dawn.

Soon after departing from Amritsar, I began to experience racking pains in my belly. They were so excruciating that I could not move. When we finally arrived in the capital and found a cheap hotel in the old Bazaar area, my bowels erupted with a burning mass of pus and blood.

After a few days of languishing, I realized that my will power was not effective enough. My two friends went off to visit the Taj Mahal and I soberly concluded that I must indeed be ill, if I could not keep up with them.

I was disappointed. But the bleeding from my bowels had not abated. Instead, it had become dark and gelatinous, the intense cramps continued and then I discovered that the water that I had begged the hotel boy to boil for me to drink, had merely been put in the refrigerator. It was time to consult a doctor.

Dr Raj Mahajan was an Anglophile. Another of those men who wished that the British had never left the Indian subcontinent. He took some samples, palpated my liver and courteously informed me that he would not let me travel in case I hemorrhaged and that I should be hospitalized immediately.

Over the next few days I alternated between despair and denial. I refused to believe that my "invincible" will power had failed. I caught a plane to my family in Hong Kong and was promptly placed in an isolation ward in the Matilda hospital.

I had amoebic hepatitis. The amoeba causing the dysentery in my gut had also affected my liver. It was a dangerous situation.

Recently, a healthcare practitioner has suggested that I also had peritonitis, judging by the amount of scarring and adhesions still in my abdomen.

A complete break in the lifeline on my palm, at that age, also informs me that the damage was serious. Back then, though, because of my willfulness, I refused to believe it.

I met with an Anglophile. He took some samples, palpated my liver and courteously informed me that he would not let me travel in case I hemorrhaged and that I should be hospitalized immediately.

Over the next few days I alternated between despair and denial. I had amoebic hepatitis. The amoeba causing the dysentery in my gut had also affected my liver. It was a dangerous situation.

I now believe. The break in my life line indicated a break in my life force and a change in the way that I lived my life forever.

The following year I consulted ten different doctors for the constant pain, fatigue and diarrhea. They variously prescribed pain killers but usually scratched their heads, puzzled, and referred me on to the next specialist.

No one realized that I probably still had a rampant parasitic infection. I have also learned that the lab tests are not often accurate, because I did run numerous stool cultures with consistently negative results.

Several years later after clearing various other toxins from my system and working on the emotional and spiritual levels as well, it was time to try dealing with these parasites again.

After researching various antibiotic and herbal options I opted for an antibiotic, that used to be banned in this country, because it is supposed to have a 90% success rate and I wanted to end my long relationship with uninvited guests.

So for a couple of years I tried to live in harmony with my inhabitants. True I still became strangely hungry at odd times, especially after eating; my stool was loose occasionally and I knew that I still had leaky gut syndrome. I did get some strange skin rashes, but so what? I was bigger than my parasites.