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BY Davey H

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As 100Words’ progenitors stated their upgrading mission with a tag line: “thanks for not giving up on us”, this tree sloth silently thanks them, though he himself gave up on 100Words a few years ago. Small wonder; the tree sloth got busy, you know.
Well, our fair site admins put that up, as far as he could tell, in April of last year. No surprise; they too got busy, you know. So much for the upgrade. But that’s okay; we don’t need eye candy to complete batches.

Meanwhile, with yet another HDD failure on the horizon, the fingers type sheepishly.
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Many years ago, lots of things happened.
At one time, a ton of fun was had.
On another, things got pretty bad.
Although, as you may know,
this boy won’t be bumming;
oh, no, let’s forego
because he had it coming.
Thus ends, for the most part, the foregoing collection of sweeping generalizations.
Now it’s on to some inexorably silly rhymes:
Over the years,
despite all our fears,
we had a few jeers
from those smartassed peers
but laughed, it appears
amongst salty tears.
Nebulous sentiments aside,
and not to be snide:
I’ll hereby abide
to take things in stride.
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Beginning in the summer of 2015, Davey H felt a growing sense of urgency to get on with the long-overdue procedure of amalgam filling removal. Waaay long overdue. Yeah, by at least 45 years.
He decided, therefore, to seek out the dentist who did it best – and, to be perfectly frank, this was the ONLY such practitioner in the area that would even dare to offer amalgam abatement.
Decay – as he had heard it so well put by another venerable dentist – “only does one thing.”

And that “one thing” was Davey’s nearly lifelong bedfellow. And nobody else was to blame.
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Hearkening back to the single digits, Davey’s inherited sweet tooth had not stood him in good stead. Yes, it came from both parents and got quite well-honed through practice.
It didn’t help having a 7-11 up the street. No siree; what a recipe for disaster!

Davey and his similarly agitated peers would frequent the store for junk ‘food’ galore.
It was a veritable smorgasboard. You had Slurpees® – a proprietary iced sugar-and-artificial flavoring solution served up in large waxed paper cups, SweetTarts®, Good & Plenty®, Sugar Daddy®, and of course its soulmate, Sugar Babies®.

The sugar industry had its way with us.
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As much as Davey H would have loved to blame his tooth decay on one overly drill-happy childhood dentist, he couldn’t escape culpability due to errant dietary preferences.
Nevertheless, having had one of the most toxic substances known to mankind placed in his mouth beginning, to his estimation, at age 8, it’s no wonder he was such an edgy, fidgety, ADD-stricken, oft-antisocial kid.
And these things persisted.

In adulthood, such as it was, other symptoms manifested, namely fatigue, brain fog, short term memory lapses, and general malaise, especially in hot weather.

The most dramatic effects occurred after one BIGASS filling.
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It happened after a trip to India, where, unbeknownst to him, he was drinking water that literally destroyed teeth. In retrospect, Davey suspects the water did so by stripping calcium from the enamel, leaving the exposed dentin, which then became further embrittled.
So he literally had teeth falling to pieces upon returning to the states after that month abroad in the Motherland.

Again, in hindsight, he should have bought bottled water.
Okay, okay, so bottled water has a bad reputation – at times well-deserved.
But this was one instance where one’s own filtration, however whiz-bang the filter was, didn’t do jack-sh**.    
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First, a filling fell out up top on the left side, about halfway back. In dental vernacular, they would call this tooth a ‘pre-molar’, preceded by a ‘bicuspid’. That was okay; Davey acted on that one, visiting an Indian dentist in nearby Nashik. The total cost to replace the filling was the U.S. equivalent of an astounding $7.00!
  
But that wasn’t the worst: next, a cusp fell off the left rear molar, leaving a gaping north face that was clearly unsustainable.

Sigh: all overseas travel must come to an end for those not blessed with unlimited funds or green cards.
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So as this idyllic Motherland jaunt drew to an abrupt halt, Davey headed home, broken-assed molar and all. One miserable Lufthansa flight later, having of course missed the previously scheduled Delta flight, Davey eventually trundled off to the mainstream dentist to have the molar repaired.

Well, it wasn’t severe enough to be crown-worthy, so what did mister dentist do? Tragically, he merely built up the tooth with amalgam.

So that was one big, ugly blob in the back of Davey’s mouth for a while. At times, he would inspect the filling, noting the polish certain foods would put on it.
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Getting back to the actual causation of wrecked teeth, two other factors were apparent. This in addition to the water itself; since it was municipal water, it was of course suspect.

But as a chemist explained to Davey in discussing this matter: improper or incomplete chlorination processes can leave behind byproducts, in this case something that tasted a bit like methylene chloride would smell. ‘Twas a bit hard to put a finger on.

Anyway, the expensive water filter Davey was using was not taking this stuff out.

That chemist dude was a walking encyclopedia, and utterly fascinating to listen to.
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Also during the trip, sugar – in the form of palm sugar ‘jaggery’ or ‘gool’ as the locals called it, was ripe for the plucking. You could buy a half pound hunk of this stuff for pennies. And it was SWEET – unbelievably sweet, and love at first gnash.
Moreover, it had an irresistible caramel-like flavor.
Yo, Sugar Babies®, here we go again!

So perhaps the high sugar intake had EVERYTHING to do with collapsing teeth.

After all, as the dentist Davey eventually saw in 2015 mentioned, when experimental rats were tube-fed with sugar water – bypassing their teeth – their teeth rotted out.
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Oh, but the sugar thing is okay; if one keeps oneself more or less isolated from society and doesn’t make restaurant or catered food a habit, one can avoid the much-bashed “processed carbohydrates”.

Or maybe the sugar thing is NOT okay; after all, alimentary dysbiosis, lowered immunity, ‘leaky gut’, dental caries, insulin spikes and blood glucose vicissitudes can all be in the mix when the sweet stuff crosses a threshold from ‘moderate’ to ‘indulgence’.

No matter; this is all a major digression, a roundabout way of avoiding a return to the toxic topic of dental amalgams which are 50% mercury.
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But broach the mercury-in-amalgams-being-at-best-questionable to any orthodox practitioner or lay skeptic, and expect one or more of the following: a firestorm of angry rebuttals, a snort of indifference, an “I couldn’t care less” response, or a request for more peer-reviewed research
or proof.
Well, in the latter case,
to save face,
it’s best to remain aloof.

As a point of reference – the only one Davey H would need to pull out of his layman’s hat – he just started to feel a LOT better.
Of course, as from his dentist he did hear,
that ‘feeling better’ would take “about a year”.
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Davey H was never one to religh getting into arguments with scientifically-minded individuals, though this was a group to which he could have at one time casually considered himself a member.

[Wow! What a cumbersome run-on sentence!]

In fact, though the mercury topic, as it related to general human health, was near and dear to him, he would likely not hold up well in a shouting match with his former mainstream dentist – a gent, by the way, who was, although nearing retirement age, pursuing a law degree.
Nope; that fellow was highly motivated and brash to boot. He wouldn’t budge.
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If only in that proverbial long line of ‘if-onlys’, Davey H could insert
how getting rid of those dental amalgams sure couldn’t hurt,
not with the intention of wanting to his former dentist placate,
but rather to just simply, well, vindicate.

Did he dare to on the head hit the proverbial nail
by sending the aforementioned dentist an acerbic email?

Hell, no, he figured, he would just let it stop
and with that he re-jiggered to let the topic drop
.
Now Davey H avoids confrontation pretty much all of the time, as it is not a venue in which he excels.
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From the looks of some literature and casual missives, Davey H’s former mainstream dentist has been overly active in his multifarious intellectual venues, not the least of which have been legal ones.

So it is in that vein that every possibility exists that said dentist would not be the least bit open to the suggestion that he also could benefit from having his own amalgams removed, should he even have them. For example, would he even have two minutes to read any Davey H anecdotes regarding how much better one can feel if they don’t swallow mercury with every meal?
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However, in a hypothetical scenario that would see the by now hackneyed former dentist being willing to listen to Davey H’s feel-better mercury-free braggadocio, he would be illuminated to the fact that Davey H’s short-term memory did in fact improve post-op.
Moreover, Davey H was now able to effortlessly remember, recall, and regurgitate complex passwords he had set on his various machines. Phone numbers, too. But the latter memory improvement could not entirely be credited to the dental work; he had for some time been able to call up telephone numbers from memory by not being a “smart phone” user.
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The phone number thing is a pretty good skill to have, and Davey H was and is determined to hone it to the best extent possible. He could also rail on as to how the inattention engendered by “smart” phone usage discourages one’s onboard memory strength by being the go-to do-all be-all device, but he won’t.

Rather, he will continue to muse as to how mercury, a longtime well-known neurotoxin, could have been such an integral part of dental work for the past 150 years with few of us seemingly the wiser to question or curtail its use.
Any clues?
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Any mercury clues?
Well, we’ll give you the news:
These things were all fine
thanks to Henry Schein.    
But much opposition
came with the volition
to help you and me
thanks to IAOMT.

So it was with decreasing quantities of incredulity that Davey H began to investigate the possibility that his amalgams were contributing to the mysterious constellation of symptoms he was experiencing.

As a point of reference, he pondered what was happening in his mouth full of “silver” fillings when he munched on particularly acidic foods. Moreover, would hard, gritty foods such as granola or almonds have some effect?
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Certainly, if the opposition was to be believed, any or all of the aforementioned foods would contribute to an increased release of mercury into the person’s system upon consumption of said foods. And what effect would vinegar or apple juice have on said mercury?
This facet of the issue is rarely touched upon. 
Yet in the literature promulgated by ‘biological’ or ‘holistic’ dentistry delves deep into the questions of which and how many metals are placed in our mouths. One claim states that amalgam fillings will produce mercury vapors 24/7 no matter what one does.
So no need to chew.
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Now don’t get Davey H wrong here. He isn’t on a tirade. He doesn’t exactly have an anti-business agenda. And he definitely doesn’t hate dentists; rather, he has, like perhaps countless others do, a love-hate relationship with them. ESPECIALLY when he gets the bills.
Yet he also respects them as practitioners with high degrees of skill. After all, they went through many years of school and internship to get where they are.

But to point out what other pundits have noted regarding medical doctors, they receive “training”, not necessarily “teaching”.
This distinction is delineated articulately in the book “Honest Medicine”.
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Davey H bought the book entitled ‘Honest Medicine’, and verily recommends it. A highly lyrical account of one person’s struggle with the medical establishment – and their subsequent outside-the-box solutions – it is well worth the reader’s time.
       
Meanwhile, back in the original ‘mainstream’ dentist’s chair for checkups of the affordable variety, Davey H was confronted by a bemused dental practitioner who puzzled over the work that had been done. In other words, where shiny-assed fillings once stood, now only white composite was extant.
So Davey H had some explaining to do, and it felt quite frankly intimidating.
Not a pleasant situation.
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I mean, come on – why should anyone feel any MORE intimidated when in that supine and quite submissive position whilst ensconced in the dentist’s chair?
But this was the case. Davey H felt he was getting the third degree.

“What happened back here?” Doctor Geils asked Davey whilst prodding with the scalpel-like device. He referred to molars # 18 and 19 respectively, if memory serves.
“Well, I went somewhere else and got the fillings replaced.” Davey replied, feeling a bit hot under the collar at the prospect of having to explain this.
He felt a bit like blurting, “It’s My mouth!”
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This was a first for the mildly miffed Davey H, who at this point felt like a bit of a pariah; a heretic. How DARE he question mainstream orthodoxy? And worse, how DARE he go to another practitioner?
He was left to explain, and he tried to be terse in doing so.

“They wouldn’t offer to do the procedure here, so I went somewhere else,” Davey H said, adding, “but I don’t think I’ll go back; I can’t afford him.”

Rolling over mercury-related skepticism wasn’t the intention here, but rather Davey H wanted to point out shortcomings in the system.

   
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So in closing this long-running diatribe against amalgam fillings, Davey H reckons everyone that wants or needs to know already does know that said amalgams contain anywhere from
45 to 55 % mercury. At least they should.

But as an interesting aside, what about mercury content of carnivorous fish like tuna? That would seem to be a much more likely source of toxicity or borderline mercury poisoning.

Davey H came across a really great quote. So great, in fact, that he wrote it down, but unfortunately forgot to include its creator.
So he will present it in tomorrow’s post, sans attribution.
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The quote mentioned in the previous post reads like this
 “The so-called seafood industry is a squalid, obscene, taxpayer funded SCAM. They are wiping out entire fish populations like a plague.”

Can’t argue much with that.
As Davey H may or may not have mentioned many posts ago, he hasn’t eaten sea “food” in years, because, as he is fond of saying, he “can’t get past the smell.”   

Again, here he goes, offending popular wisdom. So-called ‘wisdom’.
Look around: everybody and their proverbial brother is hawking fish oil supplements.
We’ve been yammered at for decades to get more “Omega-3s”.
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Fish does in fact contain what many nutritional ‘experts’ consider to be the best source of quality Omega 3 fatty acids. That has been established.

But in the case of tuna or swordfish, we have known since who-knows-when that these species in particular can contain unacceptably high levels of mercury, among other pollutants. It makes perfect sense: they’re higher on the food chain, absorbing whatever toxic load their hapless prey are carrying as well as whatever they glean through day-to-day living out in the deep ostensibly blue sea.

Crashing, dashing, out beneath waves
these fishies, rehashing, are not among faves.
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In his earlier years, Davey H delighted in tuna fish sandwiches in his school lunch. Mixed with mayo, it had a hearty tang intertwined with strong fishy flavor. And yes, it reeked. But hey, it was the acidic medium afforded by the mayonnaise that did the trick.   
He was possibly the only kid in the entire school who had sandwich wrap that crackled. This was due to the material his Dad provided, which was called ‘cellophane’. Not your typical Saran Wrap®. Nope, that sh** was for other kids to play with.
Cellophane drew attention. It was damn noisy when wrinkled.
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His ADD – or as is currently the more stylish presentation of that phenomenon – ADHD, was becoming glaringly apparent, and Davey H’s desperate parents didn’t know quite what to do.

They were flying instruments at first, this being their inaugural flight into the vast uncharted skies of parenthood, and help was scarce.
 
Of course, they had books. Dr. Spock was an early pioneer, penning such masterpieces as ‘Dr. Spock’s Baby And Child Care’.
Another tome present in their literary arsenal was ‘Baby Makes Three’.
Hey, golly gee!
They did their best
like all the rest
but Davey H
presented a test.
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Davey H’s parents never did make any connection with possible toxic effects of this heavy metal double whammy. At times, he was bouncing off the walls. And what of kick-balls?
Now THAT was one hell of a story, but he probably told it many batches ago.
He won’t reiterate.

Trouble, it seemed, was his new middle name.
And nobody else but he was to blame.
His speech was not slurred,
but the lines were sure blurred,
and some things he did were completely absurd.

Mom & Dad began to suspect the demographic. Of course, that was not only external but superficial.
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Davey H’s parents never did make any connection with possible toxic effects of this heavy metal double whammy. At times, he was bouncing off the walls. And what of kick-balls?
Now THAT was one hell of a story, but he probably told it many batches ago. He won’t reiterate.
Trouble, it seemed, was his new middle name.
And nobody else but he was to blame.
His speech was not slurred,
but the lines were sure blurred,
and some things he did were completely absurd.
Mom & Dad began to suspect the demographic. Of course, that was not only external but superficial.
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Chip D, a peer,
lived right down the street
and Davey, damn near
thought Chip was pretty neat.
But not as neat as cool Stevie R
whose house location was not as far.
And to play with these lads was Davey’s wish
but bad on them all: ‘cause they ate tuna fish!

It was interesting to note, though, that most of the antisocial or obnoxious acts were not committed by either Chip or Stevie.

Davey never found out how many fillings either lad had.
Maybe the odds were ten to one
that Davey had ten
and those guys had none.