Linda

I only began the Sulfur a week ago.
I never had eczema that I know of until the fall of 2008 when I began going to a woman who was a Naturopath, I believe.
The letters after her name are, N.D. DHANP.
I think the one for parasites was Andrographis Plus 30 C then two months later Andrographis Plus 90 C.
The eczema on my hands was about 1/2 inch high, and I would hide my hands with my sleeves because people were horrified when they say my hands.
My rectum began to be a firey red.
The itching was unbearable, and I would only sleep one hour a night, or not at all for six months at a time.
The itching got better in the spring. In the fall, and throughout the winter, it is unbearable. It gets worse after I bathe and when I try to sleep at night.
I tried the Sulfur on my own. I don't go to anybody at the present time who prescribes remedies for me.
Thank you for writing.
Linda

I have a book explaining homeopathic remedies by Mark Stengler, N.D.
I have been taking 2 6c pellets twoice a day, except a week ago on Saturday I took 5 and yesterday I only took 2 and today I have not taken any.
He said to take two 6C or 12C twice daily for 2 weeks and stop.
He some people who take the remedy too frequently may see their skin problems worsen. He said they may not need to take it anymore or can take it every 2 days instead of daily.
This itching has been going on since whatever I was given by the naturopath in the fall of 2008.
I read the description of the type of person who needs sulfur and I thought it seemed like me, however, I recently read Mandragor Officinarium and thought it was very, very much like my symptoms.

The naturopath that I initially went to did give me pellets. That was when I developed the very bad itching and eczema. I never had eczema before, that I know of.
Then in 2009, I went to a homeopath, and she also gave me the pellets to take. She did not put them in alcohol.
I did not realize that it was dangerous to take the pellets without diluting them in alcohol.

What would you suggest for the eczema?
As I said I match the mandragora officinarium profile that is posted on your website. When I read Cinchona Officinalis on your site it sounded like it fit me to a 'T'. THen I clicked on mandragora officinarium and that sounded like me as well.
I believe the homeopath gave me belladonna, but it did not seem to help.
Please respond to my questions about whether you think the Mandragora officinarium that I ordered from this site would be a good remedy for me.
Also, the thought of taking alcohol to dilute the pellets worries me, as I don't care to drink.
Thanks so much.
Linda
[message edited by LINDALOUPM2 on Sun, 10 Apr 2011 02:52:40 BST]

Dear Brisban:
Would you please respond to my last post?
Thank you.
Linda

I am willing to give it a try.

Sorry it has taken me this long to respond. I came down with a cold that developed a burning sore throat and then a cough. My mind is still confused in its thinking, because I still am not feeling well.

Health Problems:

1) OCD - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - wash hands all day long and wash items that fall on the floor, even papers.

Extreme anxiety when I feel anything is dirty.

I can't invite anybody to my home except my children and grandchildren due to the fear of contamination, and even then, I have to clean afterwards.

When I see anybody in a store with their underpants showing, I have to go home and change my clothes and wash the clothes I am wearing.

Nothing creates relief unless I wash.

Since I moved to where I live now in the fall of 2005, I have a problem with birds and their droppings on my car, my driveway, walkway and porch, and squirrels leaving their droppings on my porch. The man next door and the woman on the back side of my home feed the birds.

My OCD was much more under control until I moved here. After six years of this, I am now terrified to go to my car, because if it is raining or snowing, and there are bird droppings on my car, I think my clothes or hands get dirty and I have to change my clothes and clean my hands. It is keeping me housebound more and more.

When my boyfriend was alive I think he kept me more stable.

Day or night makes no difference with the OCD.

As a child I remember feeling dirty when I changed my clothes and didn't wash my hands, but my mother did not allow me to wash them, so I held off.

However, when I was about 28 years old, a doctor induced a seizure in me, although I didn’t know what had happened to me at the time. He was going to burn off a skin tag under my arm, and his assistant had not put a protective radiation pad under my body. When he hit me with the electric current, my eyes began to spin around in my circles, and I felt like I had been hit by a bolt of lightning. After that, I had trouble thinking clearly and did not know what had happened to me.

I had trouble articulating and thinking of the words I wanted to say. I am still this way.

I felt extreme anxiety, and as time went on, I washed and washed until my hands and arms were red and bleeding. My husband beat me he was so angry that I thought everything was dirty. He also slammed me against the refrigerator, and would accuse me of touching him, and then hurt my right arm because he said I touched him, even though I was a couple of feet away from him. He tried to suffocate me in bed one night with a pillow. My life flashed before my eyes, and I knew I was going to die because I couldn't breathe. One of my little daughters, not sure why, came into our bedroom crying, and he let go of the pillow. Otherwise, I would be dead now.

He tried to have me killed once also in Boston. He also drove to a red light district in Boston and tried to leave me there.

He and I separated when I was 33. We were divorced when I was 35. I am 60 years old now.

I feel helpless, alone, ill, and fearful.

I take generic Celexa for the OCD. If I did not take it, I would be entirely incapacitated, and I would not even be able to go out of my house, but it only helps me enough to keep me functioning at all.

People usually notice me acting odd and then target me and bully me on jobs. I can't keep a job because of that.

I have extreme anxiety of somebody touching me and then I would feel dirty and that my clothes are dirty, so I get extremely anxious when I speak to even clerks in stores. I think I look panic stricken, because I feel that way.

2) I have also been depressed since I was five years old. My dad was an alcoholic and my Mom, Dad and I lived with my grandparents, and my Aunt and three uncles until the Aunt and three uncles got married. My Mom made my Dad move out when I was 2 1/2, and when my last uncle left the home to get married, I tried to get my grandfather to be pay attention to me and to like me. When my grandfather wouldn't respond when I talked to him, I asked him, 'Don't you love me Dza Dza?' He responded, 'No!'

After that I would go upstairs every night after supper and attempt to commit suicide. I was 5 years old. My Mother worked at night, and I was home with my grandparents who were elderly, and had no idea what I was doing.

I would take all my ribbons from my dresses and tie them around my wrists, legs, and neck. Each night I would tie them tighter and tighter, with more and more knots. Once night, I was not able to get the knots untied, and don't know how I got to the scissors, because I couldn't breathe, but I cut the ribbons off my neck. My Mother found the cut ribbons in my dresser drawer and was furious at me and told me she wouldn't buy me anymore ribbons again.

From that time forward, I wanted to die, because I had nobody in my life to love me.
The only thing that kept me from killing myself when I was a teenager was that I was brought up strictly Catholic and went to the Catholic elementary school. Otherwise, I would have killed myself, because I was picked on everyday at school, not only by students, but also by the Nuns and then teachers. I had practically no friends to speak of.

A nun strangled me on the second floor of the school right at the top of the stairs. I couldn't breathe anymore and thought I was going to die. She did it in front of all the other students who looked terrified.

For almost two years now, I have swollen glands under my chin and throughout my neck. The doctors have done nothing for me, and I keep getting more. They are painful all the time, and sensitive to the touch.
I have a hard time swallowing, I think because of the ganglia on my throat.
Nothing creates relief.

I think the itching and eczema has gotten better since I took the sulphur remedy for about a week.
I still have some itching though and some slight eczema.

I have a osteochondral fracture on the left side of my right knee and arthritis in both knees.

My right knee is swollen all the time, and I have had it drained twice. I also have a cyst behind the right knee because of the knee being swollen for so long now. I had the cyst drained once.

I have had sensitive eyes since I was a little girl. They used to tear, even if I wore sunglasses. I have a cataract in one eye.

I have had seasonal allergies since I was a little girl. When I was married and we lived in another town and had electric heat in the house, I never had allergies.
After I moved back to the Seacoast area, I had gotten my allergies back again.

I tend to have a lot of phlegm that causes me to clear my throat a lot.

I have a terrible time concentrating. Paper work continued to pile up in my house, and I cannot keep up with it.

After my Mother passed away, I became the Executrix of her Estate. I was also working about 50 or 60 hours a week on my job. I have been behind on my paperwork for years because of this. I can’t work quickly because it takes me so long to think and make decisions.

When I try to organize, I can’t think of what to name files, and have a hard time getting rid of anything since my Mother passed away.

I can’t concentrate if there is any noise going on around me, people talking, music playing, and TV noise.

I lose my equilibrium and have fallen sideways. About 1 ½ years ago I fell and hit my right temple on the door jamb. I started to have a feeling that there was something moving under my skin in my head. It would drive me crazy. I went to a doctor who did a brain scan and I had an MRI of my head but they found nothing wrong. I hit my head in the same area a few weeks ago when I fell, and the feelings of movement in my head are back.

I get Meniere’s sometimes.

I get out of breath climbing a few stairs. I get out of breath easily walking a short distance and can’t walk and talk because I feel so out of breath.

The itching and pain in my right knee are worse if I sleep on my back or on my right side. I feel somewhat better sleeping on my left side, which is the side I sleep on.

When I get stressed, I feel chest pains and think I am having a heart attack or a stroke.

I have been constantly depressed since my Mother passed away four years ago on March 29, 2007, and my boyfriend, who I knew almost ten years, passed away last April 29, 2010.

In the latter part of 2002 the man who was my boyfriend convinced me to have sex with him and to let me move in with him. I had never had sex with anybody, other than me ex-husband, because I believed it was a sin, and I wanted to wait until I got married again. I ended up getting herpes, and did not know what was wrong.

I stayed with this man, because I felt after having the herpes that nobody else would want me, and he took care of me financially.

He would get brutally angry at me, for any little transgression, how I cooked something, or for expressing my opinion. I finally thought he was giving me a nervous breakdown, so I sold the mobile home which was mine that we were living in, and bought another one in another town to get away from him. He moved to the same mobile home park to watch me.

After that, he would scream at me at work in front of everybody, and when I stopped taking my day off with him during the week, he made me work more days during the week and treated me even worse. My blood pressure went to about 185 over 145.

I thought I would have a heart attack.

I would work from 10:00 am to sometimes 1:00 or 3:00 in the morning to get the work done at the Store.

The workers at the Store hated me because they knew I was his girlfriend, and then felt insecure about that.
I found out they would pee or put stool in the water for my tea or coffee. I ended up being extremely ill for a week at a time because of this, and have never regained my health since then, which was around late 2005 - 2006.

My boyfriend sold this business and started a new one that only he and I worked at. He died of a terminal illness last year. I took care of him day and night, lived someplace else, slept there some nights, and ran the business alone. I left the business to me, but I was instructed by a lawyer to close the business, because it had to go through probate court.

I tried getting a job, which lasted less than one month, because the workers there shunned me, and I was not able to be stable enough psychologically, and kept offending everybody, because I would say things to offend people, not even meaning to. The words would just come out of my mouth.

I also tended to look down on some workers because they would dress inappropriately for work, and I was not brought up that way in the 1950's. I guess I showed how I felt by the look on my face, so they hated me.
I don't try to look at people this with a scowl on my face, I don't even know I am doing it until I figured out that they respond badly to me because I must be looking disdainfully at them without realizing it. I can't stop looking at people this way, when I am offended, and because I don't know I am even doing it, people dislike me everywhere I go.

I quit the job also because they allowed dogs in the store, and I am anaphylactic to dogs. I am also terrified of dogs.

When I was around 3 years old, one of my uncle's had a dog. The dog jumped on top of me and sunk his teeth into my wrist. I screamed until my mother ran out of the house to get him off me. I had to have shots in my stomach, and I still have the scar of the teeth marks in my wrist today. I am terrified of dogs now.

The job I took after that, I found out when I went to work that day had dogs at the Store. I became so sick, I was sick for four days, and had to quit.

I have been unemployed since then, although I used to run a Store by myself when my boyfriend was terminally ill.
I have no confidence and feel constantly depressed now because of being out of work for so long.

I had back surgery in 1990 for ruptured disks in my back. My back is fine now.

In 1993, I had hernia surgery.

I broke my right elbow in 1996, and the surgery was botched, and I cannot straighten my right arm.

I also have some nerve damage in my fingers on my right hand from the broken arm.

I developed ulcerative colitis in 1996 after the surgery, which may have been precipitated by a medication named Luvox which I had been taking for the OCD.

Then I developed high blood pressure.

After the year 2000, I developed a low thyroid. I feel freezing most of the time. All winter long, no matter how warmly I dressed when I went out, I was freezing in stores, churches, and at home. I think I get especially cold after 2:00am during the night.

I am ashamed of my nose, because it is large and has a bump in the middle of it. A girl I didn't even know hit me in my nose with her school books and broke my nose when I was in high school. That ruined my nose, and I am extremely self conscious about it. My boyfriend wanted to get my nose fixed, but we didn't have the money at the time. One daughter was adamant that I didn't get it fixed, and I was afraid to upset her by getting it fixed, also, even though I have always wanted to get it fixed.

I never dated in high school because I was so terrified of boys, and was afraid they would force me to have sex.

When I dated my boyfriend in college, he raped me. After that, I felt I was ruined and continued to have sex with him. I only married him because I was afraid to get pregnant, and he had raped me. I felt like I was no good anymore.

I manage or deal with my problems lately by trying to make up my own mind. I used to be sure of what to do, but after getting involved with my last boyfriend, he would make me feel like every decision I made was wrong, and after that, I have not been able to make up my mind about anything. He stripped away every last bit of confidence I had, which was minimal.

I am dealing with the same problems for years now, and can't come to a solution. If I get advice from others, I get more confused.

I have so many things I am interested in, that I keep saving notes or printing information off the computer to be saved on various issues as well as recipes. Then I have these papers in several rooms, and everything gets mixed together and I can’t find anything when I need it.

I forget where I put things all day long.

I can’t organize, because there is a mountain of work to organize.

My office at home is so cluttered, that I trip over things almost every day just trying to get to my computer.
I start many projects and can’t get any of them completed.

The eczema began after I went to a naturopath in the fall of 2008, and she cut out many foods in my diet, and I went from 130 pounds to 92 pounds.

I have been struggling to gain weight since then. I am up to 101 pounds now. The last time I was around 102 pounds, about a year ago, I ate goat ice cream which the medical person I was seeing told me I could eat, and I lost 10 pounds and went back to 92 pounds. I was still 92 pounds in February, but he added some foods after that, and I am up to 101 pounds. However, I have to make everything from scratch, and I eat constantly all day long and am still starving all the time. I keep eating, hoping to gain weight, though.
I would like to be at least 116 pounds.

When I get upset, I get diarrhea. Usually, if I have diarrhea, it is when I wake up in the morning. Since I have been taking a probiotic, however, I have been constipated for the most part.

I bleed bright red blood rectally.

I itch rectally all the time, and can't control wiping myself or rubbing my rectum hard when going to the bathroom and end up drawing blood.

Traumas:
When I was around 2 ½ or 3, I opened the bathroom door to see why my Uncle was so long in the bathroom. I saw him naked, and I didn’t think there was anything wrong, but he started swearing uncontrollably at me, and screaming at me to get out. He said that he was going to tell my mother and grandmother what I did, and that his girlfriend had not even seen him that way yet. I took from that experience that the body was a dirty, terrible thing.
My Mother would make me stay upstairs with her when she took a bath, and then she would come out of the bathroom and have her breasts exposed. I remember that I thought they looked terrible, and I said I hoped I would never look that way. She responded that she hoped I wouldn’t either. It was traumatic to see her that way.

She would sleep with me, and I was not allowed to have a bed of my own to sleep in, right up to the time I was married. When I wouldn’t sleep with her anymore, my Grandmother slept with me. We had extra bedrooms in the house, but I was not allowed to have a room of my own.

I began kindergarten when I was 4 years old and later turned 5. When I would go to the bathroom, a boy in the class followed me, unbeknownst to me, and opened the bathroom door and laughed at me when I was sitting on the toilet. This happened every day, even though I tried sneaking off to the bathroom when nobody was looking. Somehow he always saw me. The teachers thought this way funny, and would laugh. I never saw them reprimand him.

When I was in the first grade, a boy at the school would knock me down and get on top of me and try to molest me. I tried staying next to one of the nuns so he couldn’t get me, but the nun would get mad and tell me to get away. I would try to run from him, but he would catch me. I didn’t know what he was doing to me.

My Mother was very mean to me as a child because my grandmother was cruel to her. My Mother dragged me down an entire flight of stairs by my arm or leg, I don't remember, when I was around 6 years old and then tried spanking me.

When I was in kindergarten, one class we had every day was playing with clay. I could think of all kinds of things to make before the class started, but the minute I sat down at the table with the clay, my mind went blank. I could only think of making round balls with the clay. Then we would varnish what we made and take it home. My mother was angry that other children make animals or objects, and I only brought home balls every day. She would take the paper bag the clay balls were in every day, and dump them on the floor, and say, 'More damn balls.' I was terrified.

We had to wear uniforms in Catholic School. In the fifth or sixth grade, I would somehow get my tie caught in the zipper of my winter coat, and my mother would be infuriated at me, because she had to buy me new ties. She would take large scissors and would aim them straight at my throat and cut off the tie. She looked so angry, that I thought she was going to slit my throat.

I have a hard time speaking up, and sometimes feel like a lump is in my throat. I have a hard time swallowing, and now I seem to have a ganglia in the middle of my throat.

I had febrile seizures when I was five and six years old. The last one I had I think I was in a coma, because I woke up in a hospital. After that, I had a lot of trouble doing well in school.

I feel stuck in my life being able to change my habits, no matter how much information I get from reading books, listening to seminars or tapes. I try to be positive, but nothing works.

I feel stuck in my life trying to fix my health. I eat only good foods that the person treating me has tested me for, and I take supplements that he prescribes. I have been going to him for about 1 ½ years now, but I don’t feel any better medically.

I am stuck in trying to have good relationships. The OCD keeps me isolated and I behave strangely, I assume, and that is why people feel uncomfortable around me.

Foods I crave:

I crave coffee, but I get diarrhea from it so I don’t drink it anymore.

Coffee was the only thing that got me going in the morning. It made me feel energized and happy. I tend to be a grouch without it and I feel groggy the rest of the day.

I crave spicy and sour foods. I was told not to eat these, because I tested negatively to them. I love pickles and vinegar and can’t have them. I like spicy salsas and tacos, but can’t eat them.

I would love to have a hot fudge sundae with coffee ice cream and whipped cream and nuts. I know I can’t eat anything like that because I would get diarrhea from the dairy and I am allergic all nuts.

I crave a coffee frappe, but I can’t eat ice cream or have milk.

I really crave fruit, but was told I am allergic to all fruit and juice, and have not had any for about 1 ½ years.

I crave pizza, tomato sauce, cheese. I can’t eat any of these things. I test allergic to them. Also, when I eat tomatoes, I get severe rectal itching and burning.

Foods I hate:
I hate sweet potatoes, but was told to eat them because I did not test allergic to them. I eat them rarely. I dislike them because I cannot tolerate anything sweet. Not sure why.
I have always hated beets. I think because they are sweet.

I hate delicious apples, because they are sweeter than most apples.

I seem to get diarrhea from fats. I don’t think I can digest them. I can eat lean steak, but if I ate hamburger, I would have diarrhea for hours from eating it.

I am anaphalactic to seafood.

I would never eat a 'Slim Jim' jerky stick.

The thought of eating a hot dog to be is nausiating.

I don't like ham, but am allergic to it anyway.


I got to sleep exhausted, but lie in bed for two – four hours before I can fall asleep.

After I fall asleep, I can wake up at night and go right back to sleep. It is falling asleep that I have the problem. My mind won’t stop ruminating over my past sad events in my life, or I think about my problems, or worry about what is going happen to me.

I do very badly in cold weather, rainy weather, and very humid weather.

I feel freezing cold all the time. In rainy weather, my arthritis acts up. In humid weather I feel exhausted. I feel more depressed in the winter months. Being cold makes me very angry.

I do the best in warm weather. I feel hopeful in the springtime and enjoy warm fall days. If it is a pleasant, comfortable suny day, I feel cheerful and optomistic.

I get migraines from the sun.
I hate hot, humid weather. The bright sun gives me migraines and nausea. I feel drained, worn out and sick.

I dislike wind. I feel traumatized and frightened by it. When it is windy at night or rains hard, I feel too afraid to fall asleep.
When it is windy in the wintertime, it takes my breath away.

Bad weather makes me weary, irritated and frustrated.

Drafts give me a stiff neck.

My general level of energy is low energy.
I don’t think I have any sexual energy or desire right now. I feel so ugly because I am so skinny that I do not feel attractive at all.

I no longer have a menstrual cycle.

I am a perfectionist. It take me a while to do something, because I feel so confused that I don't know how to go about getting it done.

Worse time of the day for me is when I wake up in the morning. I have never been a morning person. Lately I can't get out of bed until around 11:00 am. I can stay up until the early hours of the morning and work.

I keep forgetting things I do. I can't remember if I even washed clothes, and have to touch them in the washer to make sure they are wet.

I don't like to stand for long periods of time.

I worry about my children, grandchildren, other people and myself all the time.

I am a timid person.
I tend to be jealous when I am ignored.

I am claustraphobic, and hate elevators. I am afraid of getting trapped in an elevator. I also can't stand to be in a crowded elevator with other people. I don't want them to touch me.

I am an extremely guilty person. I can't get over the guilt of things I have done. I will think I have resolved the guilt, and then I will see some show on TV or hear some religious person say something, and the guilt is back again.

Also, when I make a decision, I am sure of it. Then I will change my mind back and forth back and forth and never resolve what I should do.

I didn't realize it at first, but my husband would drug me with something in my juice after we were married. I think that is why I had a miscarraige.

He also cheated on me. He wanted a divorce and I finally gave in after he had physically and mentally abused me relentlessly for over three years.

This is in reply to your e-mail of Tuesday, April 26, 2001

You lost track of my post.

Hi Brisbane:

I have not heard back from you about what you think I should take for a remedy, and I assume you have been really busy.

I recently changed my user name slightly, just to let you know.

I wanted to let you know that my oldest daughter remembers the name of the first remedy the naturopath gave me. It was Citrus Vulgaris. My daughter told me that the naturopath gave her the same remedy. I read the indications for this remedy, and they sound nothing like symptoms either my daughter or myself had.

In fact, some of the indications for it I developed after take the remedy. I never vomit. I don’t think I have vomited more than 6 days in my life. Neither my daughter or I has ever had facial neuralgias that I know of. It is also indicated for itching, redness, swelling, coldness and chilliness. I didn’t have the itching, redness and swelling until after taking this remedy. Also I used to be so hot all the time, I opened my bedroom window in the evening all the time. The remedy says the indication for it is coldness and chilliness, which I never had before she gave this remedy to me.

It says it is also for dropsy and cancr of the tongue. I hope to God I don’t develop these.

Also my daughter and I went to another woman who gave both of us lachesis. My daughter developed a severe fistula that she has had since 2009 after taking the lachesis. The description of symptoms for lachesis is nothing like my daughter or myself.

I am thinking I developed the itching, redness, eczema, coldness and chilliness because of the citrus vulgaris. I hope to God I don’t develop other aliments from it.

Is there an antidote?

Also is there an antidote for the lachesis? Perhaps it would help my daughter heal the fistula.

Since the beginning of this year, I have take a few remedies on my own that I can list for you, also.

Forgot to tell you that I believe I suffered a nervous breakdown at around age 33 after three or four years of physical and mental abuse by my husband. My psychological health has been fragile since then, especially due to the OCD.

I also have lichen simplex chronosis. I think I have had that condition about 10 years or so.

Right now, I need an arthroscopy because I have a osteochondral fracture of my right knee. I have had the knee drained twice and was given cortisone shots, and had a cyst in the back of my right knee drained once, and was given cortisone. The doctor also wanted me to have my knees replaced because of arthritis, but I told him I am not doing that for some time.

Thank you.
Linda

To: Brisbanehomeopath

Who is idra23?

Will you still be looking over my information? Not sure after reading comment by idra23.

If anything, I would appreciate your prescribing an antidote to the Citrus Vulgaris remedy that started the eczema, itching, and confusion I have felt since taking it. This remedy was so wrong for me, I can't get over it.

My health has suffered since I took it, and hope that an antidote to it would make a difference.

Thanks.
Linda

I believe the feeling I have when I touch something dirty is fear. Then I think the feeling is depression.

The feeling I have just before I wash my hands is tenseness and anxiety that keeps growing inside of me until I feel compelled to wash my hands.
The tension gets to about a 7 or an 8 on a scale of 10, and I am afraid to hold off washing any longer, because I am afraid the growing anxiety I am feeling will cause me to have a stroke or a heart attack.

If a clerk drops something that I have purchased, food, clothing, or sneezes or touches their ear or pulls up their pants and then touches my items, I feel such disbelief and such anxiety, that I have to hold myself back from running out of the store and leaving my items there. Then I become very angry at the clerk for contaminating the items I am purchasing. Sometimes I have left the store and not purchased the item, especially if it is food.

Hi idra23

Forget it. I didn't know if you were a homeopath.
Thanks for being interested in reading my post. Thank you also for your kind words.
Good luck to you also.

Take care,
Linda

I will purchase some.
Thank you so much.
Sincerely,
Linda

To Brisbanehomeopath:

I just received the Syphilinum in the mail today, Monday, May 16.

I am so excited to hear from you as to how to take this remedy.
Sincerely,
Linda