Asthma, GMOs, and Corn... Oh my!
So, last night Crystal and I decided to treat ourselves to some yummy local Mexican food after a long work week. I was super tired (from work as well as fending off the office bug that had been going around) but I was insistent that we go because, how often do we get to happy hour and indulge in all the chips and salsa?
Turns out, chips and salsa are extra during happy hour at this place.
Since I was starving, and on a budget, I opted for my entree of chicken flautas and sauteed veggies. Crystal ordered the taco trio and it happened to come with a little bowl of corn.
We eat all of the things and hop in the car with one quick stop at the grocery left on the agenda for the night (followed by the latest episode of Insecure). No sooner had we gotten in the car did Crystal start wheezing. The 5 minute car ride to my place had her hanging on to the passenger side handle grip and whispering that she needed an Aromatouch when we got to my place; something she only ever asks for when she feels like she’s hit by a bus full of sick and ick. As the minutes tick by, her breathing becomes more labored and I try not to steal glances at her, to make sure she’s still breathing, while flying down the road.
Now, at this point, you may be asking yourself, “Why didn’t she just take her to the ER?” or “Where was her inhaler during all of this?” or “Just call 911!”
Well… the ER is not simple when you want to have some control over your treatment options. Plus, combined we have just about every essential oil doTERRA makes, and they’re magical.
Crystal hasn’t filled her inhaler Rx in a few years, because she hasn’t needed it (she crossfits 5x a week – doesn’t need it).
We don’t call 911 unless we have ZERO other options. We’re Black. Just, no.
So, we get to my place and I immediately thrust a bottle of Breathe in her hands. Which dumps into her palms, rubs on her chest, then cups her nose with her hands and begins to take tiny labored breaths in. I throw 5 drops each of Lemon, Lavender, and Peppermint into a veggie capsule and she takes that next. Then we begin applying oils to her spine.
Let me tell you, it took everything in me not to just start dumping oils on her and running around like a made woman. I used probably 15 different oils.
The game changers?
I also used,
Lemon, Lavender, & Peppermint (yes, more)On Guard
Lemon, Lavender, & Peppermint (yes, more)
All whilst trying not to panic.
Douglas Fir was the first to get things opening up. Melissa was the 2nd game changer. I believe that all of the above helped, but focusing on oils that aid in respiratory health and then adding a major antifungal like Melissa got her airways opening again.
It wasn’t until she could fully take deep breaths and speak without gasping for air that she told me just how close she was to saying ef it and calling 911. We then both threw up our hands because “WON’T HE DO IT?!”
We’ve spent enough time in the ER.
the waiting room full of sick and desperate energy
the doctors who follow protocol and give you what has always been prescribed instead of listening to what you’re trying say
the side effects from the meds they give you (in this case heavy duty steroids)
crazy high bill when it’s all over
managing the issue on our own
getting her airways open again naturally in less time than it would have taken to even get into an exam room at the ER
feeling empowered AF to take control of our own health
Long story short, last night was scary. Both of us were hesitant to put into words the fear that we had to fight to keep at bay while we acted on the knowledge we’ve received over these past few years. We both admitted that we had a limit where we would have called it on the oils and looked to Western Medicine. Since we’ve both had organic corn without issue, we assumed GMOs were the culprit. And lastly, always listen to your intuition. My biggest beef with the “essential oil hocus pocus” when I first started using oils was that there was no manual. However, taking time to learn a bit about what different oils do, what their properties are, trying some, and just following my gut, has never steered me wrong.