Hello, I am nearly 59 years old and I can't remember a day without pain. My intestines have not functioned well since birth, leading to significant constipation. We searched everywhere, including undergoing tests on my intestines, but nothing was ever found. This resulted in many people giving me "the look." At 23, I developed a stomach ulcer and had to remain in the hospital for two months. When I left, I weighed only 45 kilos and my metabolism was at zero. I always had some pain, which has only worsened with age. I was never overweight, but as the pain increased, I became less active. When I told my family doctor that certain exercises like squats caused severe pain, they advised me to avoid those exercises. When I mentioned to my current physician that half of my hair had fallen out, she told me that there are many attractive bald people...
A few years ago, the pain got so bad everywhere that I decided to look again for potential causes, as a life filled with constipation and laxatives could potentially harm my intestines. Tests on my intestines and blood came back fine. The gastroenterologist simply said, "Well, they (my intestines) just don’t work." So, that seemed "resolved." I suggested to various doctors that it might be a form of rheumatism, but none of them wanted to refer me to a rheumatologist. The last time I saw my current doctor, she looked at me as if I were joking when I said the pain under my feet and ankles was almost unbearable. She told me to get orthotics and insisted that I walk a lot, lose weight, and dedicate two years to it. Then she would see me again. I could hardly get out of bed in the morning, but I still tried to walk for an hour every day with my new orthotics and cautiously resume yoga, which I had been doing since I was 20 and could barely manage anymore. After six months, the pain in my lower back worsened, I hadn't lost any weight, and the insoles weren't helping either. I decided to stop struggling and went back to my friend, the doctor. I asked for a referral to a rheumatologist, but I was told that wouldn't happen since nothing in my blood indicated such a condition. I was advised to see a rehabilitation doctor.
My husband and I both sensed that I was being put into a system for the sake of simply getting me off the streets. During the many intricate questions from the rehabilitation doctor—who subtly referenced the state of our relationship—I showed him my fingers, and that seemed to make him hesitate. He finally referred me to a rheumatologist and we would set up a call for an appointment... which never occurred.
The rheumatologist was surprised that my doctor had not tried harder, as all the symptoms I described clearly pointed towards "soft tissue rheumatism." I had to collect 24-hour urine, as it couldn’t be diagnosed through blood tests, and that confirmed it as fibromyalgia. She also noticed some odd spots on my skin and recommended a dermatologist. At least, I now had a direction to pursue. Not that it helped much, as the only thing she could offer was antidepressants and painkillers. I decided that she could keep those and I would search out more options, now that I had some confirmation on which avenue to explore. I went back to my family doctor, who asked what label had been affixed to "my illness". Because specialists often think they know everything, she believed as much... By the way, she also had never heard of the 24-hour test and thought it was nonsense. After much back and forth, I was told to make an appointment with the dermatologist, who would fax the referral.
When I arrived at the hospital, there was no referral, so I had to wait two hours until the problem was sorted by my doctor. The dermatologist concluded that I didn’t have psoriasis, which could align with rheumatism, but there were indeed several suspicious spots. Spots that my doctor hadn’t found suspicious. The dermatologist was quite energetic as he examined me with a cotton swab drenched in nitrogen. I then began researching various forms of rheumatism and reading about gout. I returned to the acidic nature of my urine and sweat, which my family doctor deemed unimportant, and I began to understand that it was indeed very significant. I discovered Alkalife and found that many had trodden a similar path of misunderstanding and ignorance before me. I ordered pH strips and also some drops, as I already sensed where this was leading. I think that if the color scheme provided could go lower than 4.5, I could easily achieve that. I was acidic, and significantly so. After that, everyone around me was roped in to try the pH strips, which also yielded some success. But some people want to do something about it, while others don’t.
Due to the pain in my back, I stumbled upon a muscle, the iliopsoas, which is often overlooked by most sports doctors and physiotherapists. There were huge knots beneath my pubic bone and in my groin, which I believe are related to acid buildup. But of course, I’m not a doctor. I began to explore my body further in the areas that were causing so much persistent pain. I didn’t know where to start because there were so many painful spots! Everywhere in my abdomen, under my ribs, on my waist, and on my arms. Through careful circular movements and rubbing, over time the lumps become less prominent and eventually turn into firm little peas. Then it gets tricky, as that can be sharp and cause additional pain. However, ultimately, they can be resolved. And then a different lump is already waiting behind it. Sometimes it can be frustrating to keep pushing through. But I trust that with the help of Alka drops and distilled water, I will improve. This has been an ongoing issue for a very long time, so I don't expect it to resolve in just a day. For now, I will continue and hope for the best. I hope Alkalife can make people understand how important it is to alkalize. This is a long story and merely a fragment of all the struggles I have endured and continue to face. I want to spare others from this experience. So please take action before it’s too late!