Douglas Schorr

Picture a boy standing 5′ 9″ (1.75m) at 9, shooting up to 6’3″ at 13. Perpetually ravenous, I was everyone’s leftover disposal unit – “Don’t let it go to waste, give it to ‘Waste.’” Carbs especially, but bits of fruit and a spoon of veg also served to fill a corner – the good stuff like meat rarely made it down the pass-me line.

This carb-loading marathon set the stage for decades of cellular rebellion.

Because it is a long read and because readers might be interested in parts, I’ve split it into 3 sections.

Section 1 deals with my externals – acne, sun damage, rashes.

Section 2, “Internal Interfaces,” takes us inside. It shows how the same cellular dysfunction manifested internally—through bleeding, vision loss, and breathing difficulties. The strength paradox (maintaining muscle power while other systems failed) now reads even more significantly – it wasn’t just that muscles were “last in line,” but rather that perhaps the progression was moving from surface to core, from external interfaces to internal ones.

Section 3, “Nervous Meltdown,” is the deepest yet. Although I found my mental decline the hardest to handle, it is by far the shortest story. I’ve always found emotional pain near impossible to deal. I could “make a plan” to deal with a massive oozing and foul thing on my neck, laugh with the laughers at the way I walked after a nasty horse riding fall, accept waking up in hospital and being told my car was no more but don’t put me in an emotional war. And I was in a war with myself in Section 3.

Nothing has convinced me more about nutrition and cellular dysfunction than my climb out of mental wilderness. The mind is in the skull. It is connected to the neck… please sing along… and in the lower back there is (what I call) a primary nerve junction box. Everything works -really works – together when you’re really well. Try it!

I’m posting Section 3 today.