Re: [QUAD-L] Lime Oil
Has anybody successfully treated a colonized bacterial uti? On Tue, Jun 10, 2014 at 1:10 PM, Don Price donpric...@yahoo.com wrote: A friend of mine who happens to be a person with quadriplegia swears that lime oil has prevented UTIs in him for the past three years, which is when he started using it. I had never even heard of lime oil, but I'm always open to trying natural cures as opposed to drugs/antibiotics. He takes one teaspoon per month and another spoonful when he detects symptoms of UTI coming on. I cannot vouch for its effectiveness but I still wanted to pass along the info. He was skeptical at first but now he swears by it. You should check with a professional regarding the dosage. One warning: he said it tastes horrible! You can buy lime oil inexpensively. In researching it I learned it's a natural antiseptic, bactericidal, antiviral and disinfectant. Makes sense it might work against UTI. I also learned that Oregano Oil is considered 'nature's antibiotic,' and may also be effective in treating all sorts of ills. Be well! Don.
Re: [QUAD-L] Lime Oil
I don't understand. All bacteria will grow (colonize) if not flushed. Just ask any Petri (sp) Dish. A wheelchair users, sitting... creates a pool of urine in their bladder. If not completely flushed, bacteria will develop and colonize. Standing, can assist the bladder in voiding. Best Wishes In a message dated 6/11/2014 7:30:46 A.M. Central Daylight Time, swl...@gmail.com writes: Has anybody successfully treated a colonized bacterial uti? On Tue, Jun 10, 2014 at 1:10 PM, Don Price _donprice63@yahoo.com_ (mailto:donpric...@yahoo.com) wrote: A friend of mine who happens to be a person with quadriplegia swears that lime oil has prevented UTIs in him for the past three years, which is when he started using it. I had never even heard of lime oil, but I'm always open to trying natural cures as opposed to drugs/antibiotics. He takes one teaspoon per month and another spoonful when he detects symptoms of UTI coming on. I cannot vouch for its effectiveness but I still wanted to pass along the info. He was skeptical at first but now he swears by it. You should check with a professional regarding the dosage. One warning: he said it tastes horrible! You can buy lime oil inexpensively. In researching it I learned it's a natural antiseptic, bactericidal, antiviral and disinfectant. Makes sense it might work against UTI. I also learned that Oregano Oil is considered 'nature's antibiotic,' and may also be effective in treating all sorts of ills. Be well! Don.
Re: [QUAD-L] Lime Oil
I was told my urine samples would always test positive for bacteria because it had become colonized. On Wed, Jun 11, 2014 at 6:55 AM, wheelch...@aol.com wrote: I don't understand. All bacteria will grow (colonize) if not flushed. Just ask any Petri (sp) Dish. A wheelchair users, sitting... creates a pool of urine in their bladder. If not completely flushed, bacteria will develop and colonize. Standing, can assist the bladder in voiding. Best Wishes In a message dated 6/11/2014 7:30:46 A.M. Central Daylight Time, swl...@gmail.com writes: Has anybody successfully treated a colonized bacterial uti? On Tue, Jun 10, 2014 at 1:10 PM, Don Price donpric...@yahoo.com wrote: A friend of mine who happens to be a person with quadriplegia swears that lime oil has prevented UTIs in him for the past three years, which is when he started using it. I had never even heard of lime oil, but I'm always open to trying natural cures as opposed to drugs/antibiotics. He takes one teaspoon per month and another spoonful when he detects symptoms of UTI coming on. I cannot vouch for its effectiveness but I still wanted to pass along the info. He was skeptical at first but now he swears by it. You should check with a professional regarding the dosage. One warning: he said it tastes horrible! You can buy lime oil inexpensively. In researching it I learned it's a natural antiseptic, bactericidal, antiviral and disinfectant. Makes sense it might work against UTI. I also learned that Oregano Oil is considered 'nature's antibiotic,' and may also be effective in treating all sorts of ills. Be well! Don.
[QUAD-L] Anybody try pushblax or qgrip rim coating?
I have used all the usual pushrim coatings over the years. I settled on the black plastic coating for the last 4 sets of rims. They chip pretty easily and aren't very grippy for a quad hand, especially without gloves. I have heard they came out with a neoprene style grip called a pushblax or a different version called qgrip that sportaid sells. Has anybody tried these? Are they worth the 250.00? The past two sets of rims ,wheels and tires I bought off ebay. I usually can find a like new set of sunrim CR20s with plastic pushrims for 150.00 or a little cheaper. I take them out of the box make sure they fit with my axles, then I clean up my old wheels, put them back in the same box and sell them on ebay for 75.00. So to make a long story short, I get a almost new set of wheels for 75.00 and a little bit of trouble. I have found a few vendors that sell on ebay with their old stock for pretty cheap. This guy with the user name jimmy67jimmy has sold me a couple sets. Ron c7 16 years post 38 yrs old
Re: [QUAD-L] Lime Oil
That is true and factual. A standing void would reduce the risk of colonizing to very low. However, most Paras and Quads do not stand to void. Best Wishes In a message dated 6/11/2014 2:25:18 P.M. Central Daylight Time, swl...@gmail.com writes: I was told my urine samples would always test positive for bacteria because it had become colonized. On Wed, Jun 11, 2014 at 6:55 AM, _wheelchair@aol.com_ (mailto:wheelch...@aol.com) wrote: I don't understand. All bacteria will grow (colonize) if not flushed. Just ask any Petri (sp) Dish. A wheelchair users, sitting... creates a pool of urine in their bladder. If not completely flushed, bacteria will develop and colonize. Standing, can assist the bladder in voiding. Best Wishes In a message dated 6/11/2014 7:30:46 A.M. Central Daylight Time, _swlabr@gmail.com_ (mailto:swl...@gmail.com) writes: Has anybody successfully treated a colonized bacterial uti? On Tue, Jun 10, 2014 at 1:10 PM, Don Price _donprice63@yahoo.com_ (mailto:donpric...@yahoo.com) wrote: A friend of mine who happens to be a person with quadriplegia swears that lime oil has prevented UTIs in him for the past three years, which is when he started using it. I had never even heard of lime oil, but I'm always open to trying natural cures as opposed to drugs/antibiotics. He takes one teaspoon per month and another spoonful when he detects symptoms of UTI coming on. I cannot vouch for its effectiveness but I still wanted to pass along the info. He was skeptical at first but now he swears by it. You should check with a professional regarding the dosage. One warning: he said it tastes horrible! You can buy lime oil inexpensively. In researching it I learned it's a natural antiseptic, bactericidal, antiviral and disinfectant. Makes sense it might work against UTI. I also learned that Oregano Oil is considered 'nature's antibiotic,' and may also be effective in treating all sorts of ills. Be well! Don.
[QUAD-L] Unidentified subject!
June 7, 1968. A day just like today. It was a Friday ... I woke up, did all my primping and went to school ... I was a sophomore in HS and my world was perfect. My parents had opened our pool earlier in the week, so I had invited my best friend and our boyfriends over for a swim after school. We got home about 2:30 and headed out back - full of youthful enthusiasm. We hit the pool playfully, used the diving board and the slide ... we were having a blast. Sometime before 3:30 (the details about time are a bit fuzzy), I took my last step. I walked to the slide, climbed the ladder, put my hands over my head and gracefully slid down hands first. The minute my head hit the water I felt a zing and everything stopped. I just floated in the water ... it felt like I was doing the jellyfish (aka dead man's) float, but I realized I couldn't move. I knew I was in trouble, and wondered if anyone else knew it. I directed my thoughts to my boyfriend ... Paul, help me. Please, see me. Please He was the only one who realized I wasn't playing. (I think I do believe in telepathy.) They pulled me up into the air, and I could breathe again. The next thing I remember is laying on the pool deck. It was hard to get a deep breath, but I was breathing on my own. People kept putting my hands across my stomach, and they would just fall off... again and again. I still don't know why they did that. Eventually a sheriff came - he wanted to do artificial respiration, but my neighbor sternly told him not to lay a f***ing finger on me. I was shocked to hear an adult use that word ... no one I knew used it back then. Finally an ambulance came, about 45 minutes after my accident. They lifted me onto their gurney (no manual stabilization, no C-collar, no back board), slid me into the back of the ambulance and placed a sandbag on either side of my neck. We rode to the hospital with one guy kneeling over me holding the sand bags and the other blaring the siren the whole way. Gave me one hell of a headache! At the hospital they cut off my bathing suit - I was so embarrassed. I was also appalled ... it was a borrowed suit after all - I scolded them for wrecking it. My memories start to fade out at that point. I did hear the clippers as they shaved off most of my hair and the drill as they prepared to place the Crutchfield tongs in my head, but that was all. Much later, I found out that the doctors had given me a 5% chance ... of surviving. I am 62 years old, and have forgotten so much of my life, yet these memories remain crystal clear. Time has not clouded them. You'd think by now these memories would only bring remembrance ... not regret and sorrow. Usually I celebrate each anniversary - the survival of one more year. This year, however, it's hit me hard. I am not needed as I once was. I am so lonely. Being dependent on others sucks. I want a do over - another chance. I don't want to be a quad any more. Thanks, O Quads, for being there to hear me.
Re: Fwd: [QUAD-L] 46th Anniversary
We sure do have a LOT in common, Larry! Are you sure you're not my twin??? All kidding aside ... there is something really awesome about having someone who knows exactly what you go/went through. That's what makes this such a special place for me. Thanks Larry The Q-List for being here!! Nan On Sunday, June 8, 2014 12:24 PM, Larry Willis lwillis82...@gmail.com wrote: Nan, you and I are soul mates - born on the same day, hurt in the same way. Your memories are so like mine it is almost scary. I too remember the dive, the zing, the floating, being lifted out, the ambulance ride, clothes cut -- all of it, even the 5% odds. It is like my life has been on pause since that moment, waiting for someone to hit play again. I'll wager you feel the same way. John Milton the great poet became blind. In thinking of his blindness, he wrote, They also serve who only stand and wait. I think that is true with us. Our Purpose lies in the love we share with each other. Hang in there and know that your life has touched more people than you could ever imagine. God bless, my friend. -- Forwarded message -- From: Danny Espinoza da...@immortaldesigns.co Date: Saturday, June 7, 2014 Subject: [QUAD-L] 46th Anniversary To: Nan nlg52...@yahoo.com, quad-list quad-list@eskimo.com *hugs -Danny Original Message Subject: [QUAD-L] 46th Anniversary From: Nan nlg52...@yahoo.com Date: Sat, June 07, 2014 1:37 pm To: quad-list quad-list@eskimo.com June 7, 1968. A day just like today. It was a Friday ... I woke up, did all my primping and went to school ... I was a sophomore in HS and my world was perfect. My parents had opened our pool earlier in the week, so I had invited my best friend and our boyfriends over for a swim after school. We got home about 2:30 and headed out back - full of youthful enthusiasm. We hit the pool playfully, used the diving board and the slide ... we were having a blast. Sometime before 3:30 (the details about time are a bit fuzzy), I took my last step. I walked to the slide, climbed the ladder, put my hands over my head and gracefully slid down hands first. The minute my head hit the water I felt a zing and everything stopped. I just floated in the water ... it felt like I was doing the jellyfish (aka dead man's) float, but I realized I couldn't move. I knew I was in trouble, and wondered if anyone else knew it. I directed my thoughts to my boyfriend ... Paul, help me. Please, see me. Please He was the only one who realized I wasn't playing. (I think I do believe in telepathy.) They pulled me up into the air, and I could breathe again. The next thing I remember is laying on the pool deck. It was hard to get a deep breath, but I was breathing on my own. People kept putting my hands across my stomach, and they would just fall off... again and again. I still don't know why they did that. Eventually a sheriff came - he wanted to do artificial respiration, but my neighbor sternly told him not to lay a f***ing finger on me. I was shocked to hear an adult use that word ... no one I knew used it back then. Finally an ambulance came, about 45 minutes after my accident. They lifted me onto their gurney (no manual stabilization, no C-collar, no back board), slid me into the back of the ambulance and placed a sandbag on either side of my neck. We rode to the hospital with one guy kneeling over me holding the sand bags and the other blaring the siren the whole way. Gave me one hell of a headache! At the hospital they cut off my bathing suit - I was so embarrassed. I was also appalled ... it was a borrowed suit after all - I scolded them for wrecking it. My memories start to fade out at that point. I did hear the clippers as they shaved off most of my hair and the drill as they prepared to place the Crutchfield tongs in my head, but that was all. Much later, I found out that the doctors had given me a 5% chance ... of surviving. I am 62 years old, and have forgotten so much of my life, yet these memories remain crystal clear. Time has not clouded them. You'd think by now these memories would only bring remembrance ... not regret and sorrow. Usually I celebrate each anniversary - the survival of one more year. This year, however, it's hit me hard. I am not needed as I once was. I am so lonely. Being dependent on others sucks. I want a do over - another chance. I don't want to be a quad any more. Thanks, O Quads, for being there to hear me.
RE: [QUAD-L] Unidentified subject!
prayers for you Nan! you have helped me so much over the last almost 16 years! love ya Nicki From: Nan [mailto:nlg52...@yahoo.com] Sent: Wednesday, June 11, 2014 6:34 PM To: quad-list Subject: [QUAD-L] Unidentified subject! June 7, 1968. A day just like today. It was a Friday ... I woke up, did all my primping and went to school ... I was a sophomore in HS and my world was perfect. My parents had opened our pool earlier in the week, so I had invited my best friend and our boyfriends over for a swim after school. We got home about 2:30 and headed out back - full of youthful enthusiasm. We hit the pool playfully, used the diving board and the slide ... we were having a blast. Sometime before 3:30 (the details about time are a bit fuzzy), I took my last step. I walked to the slide, climbed the ladder, put my hands over my head and gracefully slid down hands first. The minute my head hit the water I felt a zing and everything stopped. I just floated in the water ... it felt like I was doing the jellyfish (aka dead man's) float, but I realized I couldn't move. I knew I was in trouble, and wondered if anyone else knew it. I directed my thoughts to my boyfriend ... Paul, help me. Please, see me. Please He was the only one who realized I wasn't playing. (I think I do believe in telepathy.) They pulled me up into the air, and I could breathe again. The next thing I remember is laying on the pool deck. It was hard to get a deep breath, but I was breathing on my own. People kept putting my hands across my stomach, and they would just fall off... again and again. I still don't know why they did that. Eventually a sheriff came - he wanted to do artificial respiration, but my neighbor sternly told him not to lay a f***ing finger on me. I was shocked to hear an adult use that word ... no one I knew used it back then. Finally an ambulance came, about 45 minutes after my accident. They lifted me onto their gurney (no manual stabilization, no C-collar, no back board), slid me into the back of the ambulance and placed a sandbag on either side of my neck. We rode to the hospital with one guy kneeling over me holding the sand bags and the other blaring the siren the whole way. Gave me one hell of a headache! At the hospital they cut off my bathing suit - I was so embarrassed. I was also appalled ... it was a borrowed suit after all - I scolded them for wrecking it. My memories start to fade out at that point. I did hear the clippers as they shaved off most of my hair and the drill as they prepared to place the Crutchfield tongs in my head, but that was all. Much later, I found out that the doctors had given me a 5% chance ... of surviving. I am 62 years old, and have forgotten so much of my life, yet these memories remain crystal clear. Time has not clouded them. You'd think by now these memories would only bring remembrance ... not regret and sorrow. Usually I celebrate each anniversary - the survival of one more year. This year, however, it's hit me hard. I am not needed as I once was. I am so lonely. Being dependent on others sucks. I want a do over - another chance. I don't want to be a quad any more. Thanks, O Quads, for being there to hear me.
Re: [QUAD-L] Unidentified subject!
I don't know why this got sent again ... ??? Sorry for the duplicate! On Wednesday, June 11, 2014 7:34 PM, Nan nlg52...@yahoo.com wrote: June 7, 1968. A day just like today. It was a Friday ... I woke up, did all my primping and went to school ... I was a sophomore in HS and my world was perfect. My parents had opened our pool earlier in the week, so I had invited my best friend and our boyfriends over for a swim after school. We got home about 2:30 and headed out back - full of youthful enthusiasm. We hit the pool playfully, used the diving board and the slide ... we were having a blast. Sometime before 3:30 (the details about time are a bit fuzzy), I took my last step. I walked to the slide, climbed the ladder, put my hands over my head and gracefully slid down hands first. The minute my head hit the water I felt a zing and everything stopped. I just floated in the water ... it felt like I was doing the jellyfish (aka dead man's) float, but I realized I couldn't move. I knew I was in trouble, and wondered if anyone else knew it. I directed my thoughts to my boyfriend ... Paul, help me. Please, see me. Please He was the only one who realized I wasn't playing. (I think I do believe in telepathy.) They pulled me up into the air, and I could breathe again. The next thing I remember is laying on the pool deck. It was hard to get a deep breath, but I was breathing on my own. People kept putting my hands across my stomach, and they would just fall off... again and again. I still don't know why they did that. Eventually a sheriff came - he wanted to do artificial respiration, but my neighbor sternly told him not to lay a f***ing finger on me. I was shocked to hear an adult use that word ... no one I knew used it back then. Finally an ambulance came, about 45 minutes after my accident. They lifted me onto their gurney (no manual stabilization, no C-collar, no back board), slid me into the back of the ambulance and placed a sandbag on either side of my neck. We rode to the hospital with one guy kneeling over me holding the sand bags and the other blaring the siren the whole way. Gave me one hell of a headache! At the hospital they cut off my bathing suit - I was so embarrassed. I was also appalled ... it was a borrowed suit after all - I scolded them for wrecking it. My memories start to fade out at that point. I did hear the clippers as they shaved off most of my hair and the drill as they prepared to place the Crutchfield tongs in my head, but that was all. Much later, I found out that the doctors had given me a 5% chance ... of surviving. I am 62 years old, and have forgotten so much of my life, yet these memories remain crystal clear. Time has not clouded them. You'd think by now these memories would only bring remembrance ... not regret and sorrow. Usually I celebrate each anniversary - the survival of one more year. This year, however, it's hit me hard. I am not needed as I once was. I am so lonely. Being dependent on others sucks. I want a do over - another chance. I don't want to be a quad any more. Thanks, O Quads, for being there to hear me.
