#buttermakespantsfalloff

My husband, at that time, thought the women’s (the professional dentist's) fees were ridiculous. I had no choice and had to find another route. Weeks later, and a few hundred dollars saved, I began calling dentists to have my teeth pulled - not surgery. I found one, and made the appointment reasonable, and I had found where I could get false teeth pretty cheap.

Ok, well that was a bust. They got about half my teeth out, then they began to break. I was sure the dentist was going to break or dislocate my jaw. His assistant had tears watching me and the pain I was in. Did you know that infection is not numb-able? Its not. . And then the pockets of infection must be dug out . Oh, the joy!

When I walked out of there, my mom was waiting in the car to drive back if needed. She was shocked and could not believe how I looked. As I tried to explain though, the gauze and numbness and pain and yes, TEARS. At that moment, I really didn’t want to be an adult anymore.

Now faced with need for an oral surgeon. . . that's not cheap!

Well, I found one! They would even put temporary teeth in and provide permeant set in a few weeks. Let me tell you all, months later, I had teeth, spent over 10K and went through a living hell in the process. It didn’t do a lot for my marriage, that I can tell ya.

Anyway, this infection had been playing havoc for years. Another issue I had was server bloating after meals. I found food combining and that help tremendously. Then my mom had a heartache, and we dove even deeper into health. She had to eat, and doctors were telling her to get this or that diet. OMG, it was crazy! Basically we choose the Summer sizing diet, lots of fresh veggies and proper food combining. My mom lost weight, not me. The other things was mom needed to exercise, and her doctors told her she needed to walk more. Of course, she didn’t want to walk alone. My daughter walked with her when she was at home, but mom needed more. I began to walk, I needed the exercise too, I didn’t want to be where my mom was in a few years.

I discover, I couldn’t walk! My feel felt like there were cinder blocks time to them! I would get chin splints and pain that lasted for days. I couldn’t push though, it was completely debilitating! After some research I found it might be a magnesium deficiency, and it was! A few years later my mom had moved back north, and we downsized.

I knew I was greatly out of shape, the walking hadn’t helped. The diet had not helped! I still couldn’t lose weight. We were flat broke! No insurance. Depression was hover hard.

I tried to mow our small lawn, with a push mower, only to discover I would make one short path without being on my knees (literary) out of breath and heart pounding. Yes, it was HOT, but. . .I kept hydrated, took breaks at each pass or less as needed.

A few years later, I divorced and moved north. I got insurance and some much-needed care. Now, I don’t love doctors, but they do have their place. I needed hearing aids, as the years of infections from teeth had caused damage to nerves. I also got back to riding the bike and walking. Furthermore, I did lose some weight. Making me feel like a failure.

Then, I discovered CarniVore, and everything changed. To wrap up backstory: Over several years together prior to discovering carnivore, we both learned to drink plenty of water daily. Cut out all soda, caffeine, sweets and high carbs.

I was 70 pounds overweight and had this constant rash around my nose and eyebrows that I had to keep adding medication to. My skin was dry no matter what I used, nails were brittle and had line and cracking and age spots on my hands and face. . I have had unpredictable pain, locking up a knee, elbow and a shoulder. Struggling with flexibility. Just so over food and the daily struggle. Two weeks on carnivore and I felt so good. My legs felt lighter than they had in years! There was an abundance of energy. I lost 10 pounds. My husband's blood glucose even dropped. Then we fell off . . . And it all came back with a vengeance.

Years later, I remarried, and we moved to Florida. My husband is a long-time diabetic. Once again, I dove into healthy eating. My kids all grown, and financial stability, health insurance—life was good! My weight wasn’t budging, and husband's A1C wasn’t budging. As a youth, I was very active. I played soccer, baseball, and tag football, and rode my bike for miles every day after school and on weekends when didn’t walk. I continued to walk a lot well into my 20s and 30s.

But later into my 30s things began to change. First, I was making old-fashioned homemade meals, bread, pasta, rolls, you name it. As my weight started to feel out of control, I looked into exercising more. I dabbled in body building, and yoga. It didn’t help.

Being told at around 13 that I had periodontal disease and needed to brush and floss, or I would lose my teeth as a young adult, I brushed and brushed and brushed, only to discover in my early 40s that the real issue was an allergy to fluoride that was causing the redness, bleeding, and later infection.

Somewhere in my mid to late 30s, I began to focus on more healthy foods and products with a small budget. I did find a non-fluoride toothpaste for my family. Within days, I was like wow, my mouth felt so good. You see, I lived on over the counter pain pills to hand the deep infections. That all began to change without the fluoride. A little to late. . .

Once the major infection and swelling receded, my teeth began to fall out. I had not had insurance in years, but pulled together enough money to go to a dentist, hoping to save the majority of my teeth. She wanted me in surgery immediately! Horrifying times! I

was too young to deal with this and my vanity was taking a hit.

I saved and found a dentist to try and save my teeth. But what happened was she wanted me in surgery immediately. I was in great danger from the infection. It would require a 10K dollar procedure to pull all my badly infected teeth, and input temporary plates, followed by permanent ones months later after all the swelling was gone. We had no money, no credit cards, no credit. I had to leave there, in tears, scared and knowing that I was a walking heart attack or stroke waiting to happen. A mom of 3, my youngest was just a baby.