Day 11: Human Breast Milk Progress

This morning I consumed about 10 ounces of human breast milk, followed by filtered water. It didn’t taste as weird as the first day I drank it. I have enough left for another couple of treatments, so I’m going to save it to use concurrently with the fecal matter transplant.

I also ingested some liquid magnesium, to test how I tolerate it. I want to be able to start ingesting magnesium to repair the magnesium depletion in the cells lining my gut. So far so good.

My tummy was less bloated than usual. After dinner it did swell up a little, but for a very short time compared to usual… perhaps 15 minutes instead of multiple hours.

I soaked in an epsom salt bath for two hours, rinced in an raw apple cider vinegar bath, towel dried and applied about a half ounce of human breast milk to my skin, especially my head hair roots, including my eyelash roots, which look less puffy. I’m starting to suspect that my tear ducts are missing microbiota, which led to the Blepharitis. I’m going to look into that… although the idea of getting a healthy tear donor to cry into my face seems terribly odd and funny and got me thinking of how it would go…

Me: ok, so… I’m just going to lay down here, and you just prop yourself up over me so your eyes are right above mine.

Donor: um. ok, like this?

Me: yeah… ok, now I’m going to have to make you cry… (berating insults ensue, with some pinching and slapping thrown in)

Nah, I don’t think so. I’ll have to brainstorm this one a bit more.

One last thing: one of the benefits of fecal matter transplants I read all the time is acne clearing up within days. I wasn’t expecting to see it so profoundly from the human breast milk, and I don’t know if it was the topical or the internal treatment that did it, but there you go. My acne cleared up.

Day 10: L. Sakei to The Sinus, etc.

The sausage probiotic arrived today, and the package was much larger than I thought it would be. I think there’s enough starter in their to colonate at least a dozen people. My teen child consented to give it a try, because she was just resigning herself to a lifetime of sinus issues and is now hoping she won’t have to, so I mixed us each up a Neti pot-ful with water I boiled earlier and let cool. It stung a bit more than the usual Neti-pot experience.

I also started my morning with 5 ounces of human breast milk and filtered water, and a bit later a high-fiber smoothie. My tummy feels fine today. I haven’t experienced any of the painful bloating I usually do toward the end of the day. In fact I just ate and my tummy is rumbling, which is a sound I haven’t heard for a while!

My hair smells and feels better than it did a couple of days ago, in spite of just rinsing it well with no shampoo. I’m skipping the soak tonight and just applied a little HBM to the back of my neck, chest, feet and hands.

Day 9: Human Breast Milk to the Gut

This morning, as promised, I started my day with 5 ounces of human breast milk, followed by a glass of filtered room temperature water. My tummy was pretty upset the first part of the day because I took an oral dose of magnesium last night to help prep my gut, and it never agrees with me to take it by mouth.

I checked in with my fecal matter donor on scheduling and she won’t be ready until next week, so I decided to proceed with a “bottom up” human breast milk treatment today because I’m getting so tired of my belly aching every day.

I jarred up a batch of beet and zucchini kraut this afternoon, and had about 12 ounces of nice tangy fermented liquid left that I decided to use as a skin innoculation, so I prepped everything so I could lay in a warm epsom salt bath after delivering the HBM to my colon.

Then, using one of those disposable kits and filtered water that I had boiled and let cool earlier, I gave myself an enema of plain water… the whole routine: bottom up, flip the left, onto the back, to the right. I will warn you, that if you use one of the disposable bags, run plain sterile water through it before you use it to put liquid in yourself. They stink to high heaven with something I suspect is put inside to keep the plastic from sticking together and I doubt you want it in your gut. I know I didn’t.

Then, the HBM enema. I was able to take about 9 ounces, and again flipped myself in all directions, finally laying on my back in my tub on a towel for a good ten minutes until my gut stopped screaming at me to get on the toilet. Then I rinsed the tub and myself and prepped an epsom salt bath with half of the kraut ferment. The other half I applied to my hair and skin after I’d soaked for a half hour. I rinsed in just the bath water, not under a shower, scrubbed my eyelashes for the Blepharitis, towel dried and applied a half-ounce of HBM to my skin, once again focusing on the nape of my neck and my eyelashes but applying it on every part of my body.

I smell a bit like an infant. My tummy feels fine.

Day 8: Skin Microbiota

A few months after being given the Cipro IV, my skin aged about 10 years in a matter of weeks. I developed acne and Blepharitis, and my body odor changed, vascilating between sweet and really dank, and my hair started to feel dirty and smell really bad. Even the roots of my eyebrow hairs started to hurt and get infected.

The sweet odor is gone as I’ve gotten a handle on the worst of the yeast overgrowth. My skin has recovered microbes in the normal fashion, through touching and hugging and kissing other people, but I still suffer from regular rashes on my neck and back and my eyelashes still get crusty in spite of scrubbing them well. I decided to include my skin and eyes in my microbiome rebuilding project.

Today I prepared my bed as a nest for encouraging new microbiota, with clean sheets and blankets. I soaked in a mineral bath for an hour, and scrubbed my eyelashes well, then rinsed my hair and body with a quarter cup of raw apple cider vinegar in 2 cups of water, working it down to the roots of my hair.

Then I towel dried and used a half ounce of human breast milk all over, especially in the nape of my neck where my worst rashes start, along my eyelashes and eyebrows, and on my toes where I battle fungus that causes painful peeling.

Then I went to bed to type this. I’m hoping that whatever transfers to my sheets will continue to innoculate me until the next time I change my sheets.

I have some cloths in my bag, and I as I interact with each of my insanely healthy friends (especially those who’ve recently traveled overseas) I’ll ask them to scrub their skin with a cloth, which I’ll then sleep with in the hopes that their microbiota will help rebuild the diversity in my microbiome.