Killer Compost from Hell

[Guest guest]

Jonathon. Funny you should mention the mulch thing - because this is

a message about that very subject that I sent to Dr Shoemaker a month

ago. (I've told the Sick Thermal/Hang gliding story before on this

board.

_________________________________________________

Sick Region Syndrome is a happening thing.

Here in county just south of Carson City I can give you a

really spiffy example.

I already told you about the Lymies and CFSers getting sick from the

spore plumes in Reno.

But this is really big.

(Remember my crazy story about Sick Thermal Syndrome when I was hang

gliding about Mt Hull in northern California)

Well, I was just out saying goodbye to one of my old haunts. A hang

gliding training area where we used to fly on lane. (Isn't

that great? a HG bunny hill right off " my " very own street. Just

coincidence - you know how prolific we damn s are. It is kind

of interesting that it was Hillary " " who wrote Osler's Web.

I've blabbed so much about being part of the Incline Village epidemic

that I wonder some times if people think we might be related or

something). Anyway the whole valley is being built over and my old

hill is being bulldozed and constructified and I wanted to look at it

one last time.

I decided to walk instead of drive so I could savor the moment. As I

returned, I walked past the airport and I could feel a " mold hit " but

I was too busy nostaligizing to pay it much heed. It wasn't until I

realized that I was into a full on mold slam that I knew I had better

decontaminate or I was going to pay for this " slammer dammer " in a

big way.

I sped up but this was huge. I started to run. I got back to the

hangar where my decontamination camper was parked and my friends

could see I was in trouble. I ached and burned. A searing bolt of

pain shot into my skull behind my right ear. I have felt this many

times before. Thank God I know what to do about it. For so many

years I would feel like this and it was just like my body trying to

kill me and I had no way to get out of it. But now times are

different and I knew exactly what to do. Blazing past the worried

looks of my friends who know my situation (and who believe me), I

made for my camper. I dropped my clothes out the door and took a

quck shower. Within minutes I could feel the sense of total

desperation start to subside. The aching in my head melted away and

that feeling of having my entire body enveloped in some kind of

radioactive fire diminshed to the point where I could act semi

normal.

HAH! As if I could ever be normal

My memories of old exposures that happened before I knew to

decontaminate flooded back as I gave thanks for the incredible

knowledge that allows me to control this living hell. I remembered

that experience of arcing into a gracefull coordinated turn as I

punched into the center of the thermal high over Mt Hull. Nothing

could be greater than the joy of soaring and the mastery of kinetic

energy as you soar into an " elevator ride " from a " cookin' thermal "

I felt like an eagle as I exulted in finding the perfect ride into

the clouds until Toxic Hell reached up to smite me from below. I had

deliberately flown over a burned out area from a forest fire because

the bare ground absorbed more light and created the strongest

thermals. Suddenly I was so sick I could hardly keep my eyes open.

I bailed out of the thermal and made for the landing area - seven

long miles away. I thought I was going to pass out. I rested my

head on the control bar and frantically shook myself awake a few

times fearful that I might fall asleep and impact the ground before

awakening.

Fortunately I recovered a bit before I got to the landing area.

I mustered the energy for an approach and final flare for landing.

But I didn't even take my harness off when I sat down and leaned

against a log and didn't move for several hours.

Some fellow pilots brought me some water but I just couldn't shake

this off. They thought I was airsick but I've thermalled many times

and never felt anything like this from getting bounced around. What

was the deal?

I've walked many miles and sometimes I've felt these " hits " but I

know I don't get " walksick " either so what's the deal?

I didn't know then. But I know it now.

It had taken me many years to find out what the heck that was that

got carried up from the ground by the thermal and slammed me out of

the sky.

Now I thought back to where I was walking when I felt the hit as I

walked back from lane. The compost farm. That must be it.

Yes. The wind was blowing from that direction across my path. It was

a spore plume - no doubt about it.

I'm scared to walk down that road any more, except I know I can get

away with it if I have access to a decontamination facility before I

get a monster mold response. But the question is;

" I can feel it. Can others? "

I started asking a couple of people in that area if they associate

particular feelings of anxiety and depression or lack of motivation

to times of weather change and specific wind directions.

It's amazing how everybody feels that these " emotional response " are

signs of personal weakness and don't like to admit it at first. But

when I talk about these as meaningful responses to toxic exposures -

they open up and embrace the concept. They sound relieved to have

a " real " reason for their so called " emotional " feelings.

Once we get through the " I don't want to talk about it " stage,

progress is rapid. Yes they feel that way sometimes but never tried

to associate it with a place or wind direction - or even crazier -

when the weather changes.

" But now that you mention it.... "

I let them think about it for a while and get back to me if they

think this craziness has the slightest merit.

Now they have gotten back to me.

I think we've got the killer compost from Hell here.

And I think we're seeing the beginning of the awareness of Sick

Region Syndrome.

-

[Guest guest]

Interesting, . Nice to know that you have friends who understand.

We have so many environmental things to consider. The aluminum/barium

fallout from chemtrails is enough to make you want to wear a silver

mylar hazmat suit when you walk outside your door. Then there is the

electrical pollution of ELF waves from the GWEN towers all over the

nation, not to mention the high level microwaves from radar stations

and cell towers. It's a wonder anything lives for very long on this

planet. You can check out the radar emissions in your area at this url

by clicking on the link near you:

http://weather.noaa.gov/radar/national.html

Barth

TOXIC MOLD SURVEY: www.presenting.net/sbs/sbssurvey.html

---

e> Jonathon.  Funny you should mention the mulch thing - because this is

e> a message about that very subject that I sent to Dr Shoemaker a month

e> ago. (I've told the Sick Thermal/Hang gliding story before on this

e> board.

e> _________________________________________________

e> Sick Region Syndrome is a happening thing.

e> Here in county just south of Carson City I can give you a

e> really spiffy example.

e> I already told you about the Lymies and CFSers getting sick from the

e> spore plumes in Reno.

e> But this is really big.

e> (Remember my crazy story about Sick Thermal Syndrome when I was hang

e> gliding about Mt Hull in northern California)

e> Well, I was just out saying goodbye to one of my old haunts.  A hang

e> gliding training area where we used to fly on lane.  (Isn't

e> that great? a HG bunny hill right off " my " very own street.  Just

e> coincidence - you know how prolific we damn s are.  It is kind

e> of interesting that it was Hillary " " who wrote Osler's Web. 

e> I've blabbed so much about being part of the Incline Village epidemic

e> that I wonder some times if people think we might be related or

e> something).  Anyway the whole valley is being built over and my old

e> hill is being bulldozed and constructified and I wanted to look at it

e> one last time. 

e> I decided to walk instead of drive so I could savor the moment.  As I

e> returned, I walked past the airport and I could feel a " mold hit " but

e> I was too busy nostaligizing to pay it much heed.  It wasn't until I

e> realized that I was into a full on mold slam that I knew I had better

e> decontaminate or I was going to pay for this " slammer dammer " in a

e> big way.

e> I sped up but this was huge.  I started to run.  I got back to the

e> hangar where my decontamination camper was parked and my friends

e> could see I was in trouble.   I ached and burned.  A searing bolt of

e> pain shot into my skull behind my right ear.  I have felt this many

e> times before.  Thank God I know what to do about it.  For so many

e> years I would feel like this and it was just like my body trying to

e> kill me and I had no way to get out of it.  But now times are

e> different and I knew exactly what to do.  Blazing past the worried

e> looks of my friends who know my situation (and who believe me),  I

e> made for my camper.  I dropped my clothes out the door and took a

e> quck shower.  Within minutes I could feel the sense of total

e> desperation start to subside.  The aching in my head melted away and

e> that feeling of having my entire body enveloped in some kind of

e> radioactive fire diminshed to the point where I could act semi

e> normal.

e> HAH! As if I could ever be normal

e> My memories of old exposures that happened before I knew to

e> decontaminate flooded back as I gave thanks for the incredible

e> knowledge that allows me to control this living hell.   I remembered

e> that experience of arcing into a gracefull coordinated turn as I

e> punched into the center of the thermal high over Mt Hull.  Nothing

e> could be greater than the joy of soaring and the mastery of kinetic

e> energy as you soar into an " elevator ride " from a " cookin' thermal "   

e> I felt like an eagle as I exulted in finding the perfect ride into

e> the clouds until Toxic Hell reached up to smite me from below. I had

e> deliberately flown over a burned out area from a forest fire because

e> the bare ground absorbed more light and created the strongest

e> thermals.  Suddenly I was so sick I could hardly keep my eyes open. 

e> I bailed out of the thermal and made for the landing area - seven

e> long miles away.  I thought I was going to pass out.  I rested my

e> head on the control bar and frantically shook myself awake a few

e> times fearful that I might fall asleep and impact the ground before

e> awakening.

e> Fortunately I recovered a bit before I got to the landing area.

e> I mustered the energy for an approach and final flare for landing. 

e> But I didn't even take my harness off when I sat down and leaned

e> against a log and didn't move for several hours.

e> Some fellow pilots brought me some water but I just couldn't shake

e> this off.  They thought I was airsick but I've thermalled many times

e> and never felt anything like this from getting bounced around.  What

e> was the deal?                                                    

e> I've walked many miles and sometimes I've felt these " hits " but I

e> know I don't get " walksick " either so what's the deal?

e> I didn't know then.  But I know it now.

e> It had taken me many years to find out what the heck that was that

e> got carried up from the ground by the thermal and slammed me out of

e> the sky.

e> Now I thought back to where I was walking when I felt the hit as I

e> walked back from lane.  The compost farm.  That must be it. 

e> Yes. The wind was blowing from that direction across my path. It was

e> a spore plume - no doubt about it.

e> I'm scared to walk down that road any more, except I know I can get

e> away with it if I have access to a decontamination facility before I

e> get a monster mold response.  But the question is;

e> " I can feel it. Can others? "

e> I started asking a couple of people in that area if they associate

e> particular feelings of anxiety and depression or lack of motivation

e> to times of weather change and specific wind directions. 

e> It's amazing how everybody feels that these " emotional response " are

e> signs of personal weakness and don't like to admit it at first. But

e> when I talk about these as meaningful responses to toxic exposures -

e> they open up and embrace the concept.  They sound relieved to have

e> a " real " reason for their so called " emotional " feelings.

e> Once we get through the " I don't want to talk about it " stage,

e> progress is rapid.  Yes they feel that way sometimes but never tried

e> to associate it with a place or wind direction - or even crazier -

e> when the weather changes.

e> " But now that you mention it.... "

e> I let them think about it for a while and get back to me if they

e> think this craziness has the slightest merit.

e> Now they have gotten back to me.

e> I think we've got the killer compost from Hell here.

e> And I think we're seeing the beginning of the awareness of Sick

e> Region Syndrome.

e> -

e> FAIR USE NOTICE:

e> This site contains copyrighted material the use of which has not always been

specifically authorized by the copyright owner. We are making such material

available in our efforts to advance

e> understanding of environmental, political, human rights, economic, democracy,

scientific, and social justice issues, etc. We believe this constitutes a 'fair

use' of any such copyrighted material

e> as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law. In accordance with

Title 17 U.S.C. Section 107, the material on this site is distributed without

profit to those who have expressed a prior

e> interest in receiving the included information for research and educational

purposes. For more information go to:

http://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/17/107.shtml. If you wish to use copyrighted

e> material from this site for purposes of your own that go beyond 'fair use',

you must obtain permission from the copyright owner.

e>

[Guest guest]

Interesting, . Nice to know that you have friends who understand.

We have so many environmental things to consider. The aluminum/barium

fallout from chemtrails is enough to make you want to wear a silver

mylar hazmat suit when you walk outside your door. Then there is the

electrical pollution of ELF waves from the GWEN towers all over the

nation, not to mention the high level microwaves from radar stations

and cell towers. It's a wonder anything lives for very long on this

planet. You can check out the radar emissions in your area at this url

by clicking on the link near you:

http://weather.noaa.gov/radar/national.html

Barth

TOXIC MOLD SURVEY: www.presenting.net/sbs/sbssurvey.html

---

e> Jonathon.  Funny you should mention the mulch thing - because this is

e> a message about that very subject that I sent to Dr Shoemaker a month

e> ago. (I've told the Sick Thermal/Hang gliding story before on this

e> board.

e> _________________________________________________

e> Sick Region Syndrome is a happening thing.

e> Here in county just south of Carson City I can give you a

e> really spiffy example.

e> I already told you about the Lymies and CFSers getting sick from the

e> spore plumes in Reno.

e> But this is really big.

e> (Remember my crazy story about Sick Thermal Syndrome when I was hang

e> gliding about Mt Hull in northern California)

e> Well, I was just out saying goodbye to one of my old haunts.  A hang

e> gliding training area where we used to fly on lane.  (Isn't

e> that great? a HG bunny hill right off " my " very own street.  Just

e> coincidence - you know how prolific we damn s are.  It is kind

e> of interesting that it was Hillary " " who wrote Osler's Web. 

e> I've blabbed so much about being part of the Incline Village epidemic

e> that I wonder some times if people think we might be related or

e> something).  Anyway the whole valley is being built over and my old

e> hill is being bulldozed and constructified and I wanted to look at it

e> one last time. 

e> I decided to walk instead of drive so I could savor the moment.  As I

e> returned, I walked past the airport and I could feel a " mold hit " but

e> I was too busy nostaligizing to pay it much heed.  It wasn't until I

e> realized that I was into a full on mold slam that I knew I had better

e> decontaminate or I was going to pay for this " slammer dammer " in a

e> big way.

e> I sped up but this was huge.  I started to run.  I got back to the

e> hangar where my decontamination camper was parked and my friends

e> could see I was in trouble.   I ached and burned.  A searing bolt of

e> pain shot into my skull behind my right ear.  I have felt this many

e> times before.  Thank God I know what to do about it.  For so many

e> years I would feel like this and it was just like my body trying to

e> kill me and I had no way to get out of it.  But now times are

e> different and I knew exactly what to do.  Blazing past the worried

e> looks of my friends who know my situation (and who believe me),  I

e> made for my camper.  I dropped my clothes out the door and took a

e> quck shower.  Within minutes I could feel the sense of total

e> desperation start to subside.  The aching in my head melted away and

e> that feeling of having my entire body enveloped in some kind of

e> radioactive fire diminshed to the point where I could act semi

e> normal.

e> HAH! As if I could ever be normal

e> My memories of old exposures that happened before I knew to

e> decontaminate flooded back as I gave thanks for the incredible

e> knowledge that allows me to control this living hell.   I remembered

e> that experience of arcing into a gracefull coordinated turn as I

e> punched into the center of the thermal high over Mt Hull.  Nothing

e> could be greater than the joy of soaring and the mastery of kinetic

e> energy as you soar into an " elevator ride " from a " cookin' thermal "   

e> I felt like an eagle as I exulted in finding the perfect ride into

e> the clouds until Toxic Hell reached up to smite me from below. I had

e> deliberately flown over a burned out area from a forest fire because

e> the bare ground absorbed more light and created the strongest

e> thermals.  Suddenly I was so sick I could hardly keep my eyes open. 

e> I bailed out of the thermal and made for the landing area - seven

e> long miles away.  I thought I was going to pass out.  I rested my

e> head on the control bar and frantically shook myself awake a few

e> times fearful that I might fall asleep and impact the ground before

e> awakening.

e> Fortunately I recovered a bit before I got to the landing area.

e> I mustered the energy for an approach and final flare for landing. 

e> But I didn't even take my harness off when I sat down and leaned

e> against a log and didn't move for several hours.

e> Some fellow pilots brought me some water but I just couldn't shake

e> this off.  They thought I was airsick but I've thermalled many times

e> and never felt anything like this from getting bounced around.  What

e> was the deal?                                                    

e> I've walked many miles and sometimes I've felt these " hits " but I

e> know I don't get " walksick " either so what's the deal?

e> I didn't know then.  But I know it now.

e> It had taken me many years to find out what the heck that was that

e> got carried up from the ground by the thermal and slammed me out of

e> the sky.

e> Now I thought back to where I was walking when I felt the hit as I

e> walked back from lane.  The compost farm.  That must be it. 

e> Yes. The wind was blowing from that direction across my path. It was

e> a spore plume - no doubt about it.

e> I'm scared to walk down that road any more, except I know I can get

e> away with it if I have access to a decontamination facility before I

e> get a monster mold response.  But the question is;

e> " I can feel it. Can others? "

e> I started asking a couple of people in that area if they associate

e> particular feelings of anxiety and depression or lack of motivation

e> to times of weather change and specific wind directions. 

e> It's amazing how everybody feels that these " emotional response " are

e> signs of personal weakness and don't like to admit it at first. But

e> when I talk about these as meaningful responses to toxic exposures -

e> they open up and embrace the concept.  They sound relieved to have

e> a " real " reason for their so called " emotional " feelings.

e> Once we get through the " I don't want to talk about it " stage,

e> progress is rapid.  Yes they feel that way sometimes but never tried

e> to associate it with a place or wind direction - or even crazier -

e> when the weather changes.

e> " But now that you mention it.... "

e> I let them think about it for a while and get back to me if they

e> think this craziness has the slightest merit.

e> Now they have gotten back to me.

e> I think we've got the killer compost from Hell here.

e> And I think we're seeing the beginning of the awareness of Sick

e> Region Syndrome.

e> -

e> FAIR USE NOTICE:

e> This site contains copyrighted material the use of which has not always been

specifically authorized by the copyright owner. We are making such material

available in our efforts to advance

e> understanding of environmental, political, human rights, economic, democracy,

scientific, and social justice issues, etc. We believe this constitutes a 'fair

use' of any such copyrighted material

e> as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law. In accordance with

Title 17 U.S.C. Section 107, the material on this site is distributed without

profit to those who have expressed a prior

e> interest in receiving the included information for research and educational

purposes. For more information go to:

http://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/17/107.shtml. If you wish to use copyrighted

e> material from this site for purposes of your own that go beyond 'fair use',

you must obtain permission from the copyright owner.

e>

[Guest guest]

,

Thanks so much for sending this amazing and enlightening summary of your experiences. It is so hard to sort out "normal" depression from these attacks from the contaminated atmosphere. This account of your old neighborhood reminded me so much of my last visit to Santa Barbara. I ended up going home early from the wedding and no way to decontaminate until we had driven all the way back to Las Vegas. The filtered air in the car did help.

Also, the motel I stayed at near Dr. Shoemaker's office was terrible. My blood pressure was up in his office. It seems likely to me that the damp swampy environment around Pokomoke City, MD might not be so good for folks like me. I know Shoemaker has problems with perfumes, etc, but wonder if he has other issues of which he is not yet aware. It's kind of funny in a cynical way to think that us toxic folks are being seen by a neurotoxin specialist in what might well be a toxic place.

a Carnes (not as prolific as the s)

Jonathon. Funny you should mention the mulch thing - because this is a message about that very subject that I sent to Dr Shoemaker a month ago. (I've told the Sick Thermal/Hang gliding story before on this board._________________________________________________Sick Region Syndrome is a happening thing.Here in county just south of Carson City I can give you a really spiffy example.I already told you about the Lymies and CFSers getting sick from the spore plumes in Reno.But this is really big.(Remember my crazy story about Sick Thermal Syndrome when I was hang gliding about Mt Hull in northern California)Well, I was just out saying goodbye to one of my old haunts. A hang gliding training area where we used to fly on lane. (Isn't that great? a HG bunny hill right off "my" very own street. Just coincidence - you know how prolific we damn s are. It is kind of interesting that it was Hillary "" who wrote Osler's Web. I've blabbed so much about being part of the Incline Village epidemic that I wonder some times if people think we might be related or something). Anyway the whole valley is being built over and my old hill is being bulldozed and constructified and I wanted to look at it one last time. I decided to walk instead of drive so I could savor the moment. As I returned, I walked past the airport and I could feel a "mold hit" but I was too busy nostaligizing to pay it much heed. It wasn't until I realized that I was into a full on mold slam that I knew I had better decontaminate or I was going to pay for this "slammer dammer" in a big way.I sped up but this was huge. I started to run. I got back to the hangar where my decontamination camper was parked and my friends could see I was in trouble. I ached and burned. A searing bolt of pain shot into my skull behind my right ear. I have felt this many times before. Thank God I know what to do about it. For so many years I would feel like this and it was just like my body trying to kill me and I had no way to get out of it. But now times are different and I knew exactly what to do. Blazing past the worried looks of my friends who know my situation (and who believe me), I made for my camper. I dropped my clothes out the door and took a quck shower. Within minutes I could feel the sense of total desperation start to subside. The aching in my head melted away and that feeling of having my entire body enveloped in some kind of radioactive fire diminshed to the point where I could act semi normal. HAH! As if I could ever be normalMy memories of old exposures that happened before I knew to decontaminate flooded back as I gave thanks for the incredible knowledge that allows me to control this living hell. I remembered that experience of arcing into a gracefull coordinated turn as I punched into the center of the thermal high over Mt Hull. Nothing could be greater than the joy of soaring and the mastery of kinetic energy as you soar into an "elevator ride" from a "cookin' thermal" I felt like an eagle as I exulted in finding the perfect ride into the clouds until Toxic Hell reached up to smite me from below. I had deliberately flown over a burned out area from a forest fire because the bare ground absorbed more light and created the strongest thermals. Suddenly I was so sick I could hardly keep my eyes open. I bailed out of the thermal and made for the landing area - seven long miles away. I thought I was going to pass out. I rested my head on the control bar and frantically shook myself awake a few times fearful that I might fall asleep and impact the ground before awakening.Fortunately I recovered a bit before I got to the landing area.I mustered the energy for an approach and final flare for landing. But I didn't even take my harness off when I sat down and leaned against a log and didn't move for several hours.Some fellow pilots brought me some water but I just couldn't shake this off. They thought I was airsick but I've thermalled many times and never felt anything like this from getting bounced around. What was the deal? I've walked many miles and sometimes I've felt these "hits" but I know I don't get "walksick" either so what's the deal?I didn't know then. But I know it now.It had taken me many years to find out what the heck that was that got carried up from the ground by the thermal and slammed me out of the sky.Now I thought back to where I was walking when I felt the hit as I walked back from lane. The compost farm. That must be it. Yes. The wind was blowing from that direction across my path. It was a spore plume - no doubt about it. I'm scared to walk down that road any more, except I know I can get away with it if I have access to a decontamination facility before I get a monster mold response. But the question is;"I can feel it. Can others?"I started asking a couple of people in that area if they associate particular feelings of anxiety and depression or lack of motivation to times of weather change and specific wind directions. It's amazing how everybody feels that these "emotional response" are signs of personal weakness and don't like to admit it at first. But when I talk about these as meaningful responses to toxic exposures - they open up and embrace the concept. They sound relieved to have a "real" reason for their so called "emotional" feelings.Once we get through the "I don't want to talk about it" stage, progress is rapid. Yes they feel that way sometimes but never tried to associate it with a place or wind direction - or even crazier - when the weather changes."But now that you mention it...."I let them think about it for a while and get back to me if they think this craziness has the slightest merit.Now they have gotten back to me.I think we've got the killer compost from Hell here.And I think we're seeing the beginning of the awareness of Sick Region Syndrome.-FAIR USE NOTICE:This site contains copyrighted material the use of which has not always been specifically authorized by the copyright owner. We are making such material available in our efforts to advance understanding of environmental, political, human rights, economic, democracy, scientific, and social justice issues, etc. We believe this constitutes a 'fair use' of any such copyrighted material as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law. In accordance with Title 17 U.S.C. Section 107, the material on this site is distributed without profit to those who have expressed a prior interest in receiving the included information for research and educational purposes. For more information go to: http://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/17/107.shtml. If you wish to use copyrighted material from this site for purposes of your own that go beyond 'fair use', you must obtain permission from the copyright owner.

[Guest guest]

,

Thanks so much for sending this amazing and enlightening summary of your experiences. It is so hard to sort out "normal" depression from these attacks from the contaminated atmosphere. This account of your old neighborhood reminded me so much of my last visit to Santa Barbara. I ended up going home early from the wedding and no way to decontaminate until we had driven all the way back to Las Vegas. The filtered air in the car did help.

Also, the motel I stayed at near Dr. Shoemaker's office was terrible. My blood pressure was up in his office. It seems likely to me that the damp swampy environment around Pokomoke City, MD might not be so good for folks like me. I know Shoemaker has problems with perfumes, etc, but wonder if he has other issues of which he is not yet aware. It's kind of funny in a cynical way to think that us toxic folks are being seen by a neurotoxin specialist in what might well be a toxic place.

a Carnes (not as prolific as the s)

Jonathon. Funny you should mention the mulch thing - because this is a message about that very subject that I sent to Dr Shoemaker a month ago. (I've told the Sick Thermal/Hang gliding story before on this board._________________________________________________Sick Region Syndrome is a happening thing.Here in county just south of Carson City I can give you a really spiffy example.I already told you about the Lymies and CFSers getting sick from the spore plumes in Reno.But this is really big.(Remember my crazy story about Sick Thermal Syndrome when I was hang gliding about Mt Hull in northern California)Well, I was just out saying goodbye to one of my old haunts. A hang gliding training area where we used to fly on lane. (Isn't that great? a HG bunny hill right off "my" very own street. Just coincidence - you know how prolific we damn s are. It is kind of interesting that it was Hillary "" who wrote Osler's Web. I've blabbed so much about being part of the Incline Village epidemic that I wonder some times if people think we might be related or something). Anyway the whole valley is being built over and my old hill is being bulldozed and constructified and I wanted to look at it one last time. I decided to walk instead of drive so I could savor the moment. As I returned, I walked past the airport and I could feel a "mold hit" but I was too busy nostaligizing to pay it much heed. It wasn't until I realized that I was into a full on mold slam that I knew I had better decontaminate or I was going to pay for this "slammer dammer" in a big way.I sped up but this was huge. I started to run. I got back to the hangar where my decontamination camper was parked and my friends could see I was in trouble. I ached and burned. A searing bolt of pain shot into my skull behind my right ear. I have felt this many times before. Thank God I know what to do about it. For so many years I would feel like this and it was just like my body trying to kill me and I had no way to get out of it. But now times are different and I knew exactly what to do. Blazing past the worried looks of my friends who know my situation (and who believe me), I made for my camper. I dropped my clothes out the door and took a quck shower. Within minutes I could feel the sense of total desperation start to subside. The aching in my head melted away and that feeling of having my entire body enveloped in some kind of radioactive fire diminshed to the point where I could act semi normal. HAH! As if I could ever be normalMy memories of old exposures that happened before I knew to decontaminate flooded back as I gave thanks for the incredible knowledge that allows me to control this living hell. I remembered that experience of arcing into a gracefull coordinated turn as I punched into the center of the thermal high over Mt Hull. Nothing could be greater than the joy of soaring and the mastery of kinetic energy as you soar into an "elevator ride" from a "cookin' thermal" I felt like an eagle as I exulted in finding the perfect ride into the clouds until Toxic Hell reached up to smite me from below. I had deliberately flown over a burned out area from a forest fire because the bare ground absorbed more light and created the strongest thermals. Suddenly I was so sick I could hardly keep my eyes open. I bailed out of the thermal and made for the landing area - seven long miles away. I thought I was going to pass out. I rested my head on the control bar and frantically shook myself awake a few times fearful that I might fall asleep and impact the ground before awakening.Fortunately I recovered a bit before I got to the landing area.I mustered the energy for an approach and final flare for landing. But I didn't even take my harness off when I sat down and leaned against a log and didn't move for several hours.Some fellow pilots brought me some water but I just couldn't shake this off. They thought I was airsick but I've thermalled many times and never felt anything like this from getting bounced around. What was the deal? I've walked many miles and sometimes I've felt these "hits" but I know I don't get "walksick" either so what's the deal?I didn't know then. But I know it now.It had taken me many years to find out what the heck that was that got carried up from the ground by the thermal and slammed me out of the sky.Now I thought back to where I was walking when I felt the hit as I walked back from lane. The compost farm. That must be it. Yes. The wind was blowing from that direction across my path. It was a spore plume - no doubt about it. I'm scared to walk down that road any more, except I know I can get away with it if I have access to a decontamination facility before I get a monster mold response. But the question is;"I can feel it. Can others?"I started asking a couple of people in that area if they associate particular feelings of anxiety and depression or lack of motivation to times of weather change and specific wind directions. It's amazing how everybody feels that these "emotional response" are signs of personal weakness and don't like to admit it at first. But when I talk about these as meaningful responses to toxic exposures - they open up and embrace the concept. They sound relieved to have a "real" reason for their so called "emotional" feelings.Once we get through the "I don't want to talk about it" stage, progress is rapid. Yes they feel that way sometimes but never tried to associate it with a place or wind direction - or even crazier - when the weather changes."But now that you mention it...."I let them think about it for a while and get back to me if they think this craziness has the slightest merit.Now they have gotten back to me.I think we've got the killer compost from Hell here.And I think we're seeing the beginning of the awareness of Sick Region Syndrome.-FAIR USE NOTICE:This site contains copyrighted material the use of which has not always been specifically authorized by the copyright owner. We are making such material available in our efforts to advance understanding of environmental, political, human rights, economic, democracy, scientific, and social justice issues, etc. We believe this constitutes a 'fair use' of any such copyrighted material as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law. In accordance with Title 17 U.S.C. 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