Doc you can't do surgery with a gun.
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
Being an attractive person, I have never suffered from vanity. Unlike my brother who spent more time in delusions that I was looking in the mirror admiring how cute I was, I had a better focus on the inward me in working to make that attractive to God.
So when satan started the health issues, and then moved onto more serious matters assisted by those evil people in this world, as at the time I was in the postion of Jesus being scourged by the Romans in suffering for the vileness of humanity for a greater purpose, I was attacked by something that runs in my family. My dad had this, the mother in extreme form, my brother, a distant cousin. It was called by one relative, "The Cherry's got to have their sweets after a meal". The real meaning is the Cherry family had Candida problems or fungal problems in their intestines which demanded sugar to be fed.
What manifests in my family, is what I call a carbuncle on the nose. They start out like a pimple type of thing, then bleed profusely and usually they go away. If you are though a popular girl who has hosts of assholes reading the blog hating at you, and you are working your ass off trying to get donations, your body runs down and I went from a small tissue to something that grew in two parts.
There is a choice in this, either you keep working, drink things like soda to keep energy levels up to continue to pay the bills, and ignore the realities or you starve. So my trade off was this thing on my nose.
satan had many assholes out there. My fat ass cousin, who I am waiting for to die from the vax in December, told the evil uncle about it, and he was asking me about it, not out of compassion, but to be an asshole.
Asshole children would ask me what was on my nose. Here is a photo of the area which was covered which was raised about 3/8ths of an inch.
So you get the point in this, I am not informing you of this for your sympathy or this is me whining. This is the Lame Cherry once again educating you about your future and you should pay attention as the Lame Cherry is not DIA funded health scouts telling you bullshit.
Just think about how you would like this thing on your face, and not having insurance because your readers think this is for free and they can get away with stealing, and not being able to go to a doctor because you can not afford one. You better pay attention, because in what is coming in the meltdown, THIS IS YOU. So how are you going to handle the situation smart ass?
Get this blog cancelled? Trust in your vanished portfolio? Think you are going to be special and your vaxed doctor is not dead from the vax? Just what the hell are you going to do? I am about to tell you.
TL is a chemist, the whole shebang in book learning degree. TL's observation last night from an organic chemistry diagnosis (that is the adult field of education like engineers and physicists) that as I had tried organics in pine oil, coconut oil, Carbon 60, bacterial salves and Indian Salves that cured all, that this thing was not organic. It was inorganic tissue.
For years I had what I called "fever pimples". They would be bunches under my skin on my face. Deep pockets. I would eventually pick them open, squeeze like hell and this blob of blood and gooey stuff would come out. I would then pull it out, and it would HURT as nerve. Yes something like Morgellons in some kind of living entity. This was part of the background of intestinal poison which was killing me when I met TL.
As I had tried all things I knew and I was running out of End Times time, I stared using Castor Oil. That was starting to degrade this thing, but pealing skin off which on me hurts like hell and bleeds, and I think this might have worked in 6 months or so, but I was not going to be a festering mess for that long with what is coming.
One night I was inspired to put a wire cutter on the one bunch. It did not seem to hurt that much. The cutter was too small, so TL and I went to the farm store looking for something that would cut flush with the skin. I could not have an angle leaving tissue to be recut and I did not have room for a gouged out crater in my nose.
We found a big Chinaman cutter and picked it up for 16 bucks, brought it home, washed it and it sat in the dish rack a week as I waited to see what the Castor Oil would accomplish.
As time was a factor in my tooth vet series of visits was coming up in a week, I could not wait any longer. I was concerned if this thing had roots like a wart virus, how much it was going to bleed and if I would have to cauterize it in a burn if it would not stop bleeding, all the surgical gause, cotton, alcohol and additional cutting tools if the Chinaman did not work.
I had a poultry shears, a big scissors which I thought would work in cutting things loose if the Chinaman did not work. The Chinaman did cut tissue wadded up with alcohol, so I thought it might do skin.
TL was going to help, for moral support, as honestly I can cut on myself better than others can, as I know how to Vulcan deal with pain.
So I put the big cutter on my nose, and had all my accessories lined up, including a gauze impregnated with antibiotic salve, and I started to squeeze. Odd thing where it did not hurt the first time, this time it got my attention. TL was telling me I did not have to do it, but I was not going to wimp out, and if I did not do it, I would have to do it later. I should have cut this damn thing off several years ago when asshole uncle was asking about it as it was allot smaller, but I thought the organics would work.
So I squeezed until it hurt. Stopped. It got to the point about half way through I could feel this hurt into my eye tooth and gum there. Same nerve connection. I kept at it, saying "That hurts", would stop and I was pleased this thing did not pop as it was big and under allot of pressure.
About this time my nurse sat down on the toilet next to me as TL cares about me and could not appreciate the fun I was having. TL said later, "I couldn't believe it. The only other time that happened was in the surgical ward in Asian when I was observing an operation there".
I kept squeezing as this was nothing I was going to hurry.
I observed by the cutter's end that I was about a 1/4 inch from closing. That pleased me as I had thought about just doing it fast, but this was tolerable and I was at the point of almost completing phase one. TL and I had discussed using a string around the base to cut off blood supply and keep tightening it over a week, but by that time it would have been too much of a hassle.
So I got close to the clip point, it hurt like metal cutting flesh, but gave it a final squeeze and heart the snap of the cut and the pain stopped. See the only reason you have pain is the nerves. Cut the nerve connection and the pain stops.
So there I was with a Chinaman cutter on my nose, I pulled and it did not cut it. Bummer.
So I removed the cutter, picked up the poultry shears and finished the skin connection in an easy long snip.
Yes things look ghastly in wounds like this as it is a wound. TL appeared and retreated as dripping blood and other inner sanctums on display were not appetizing and I did not want TL to vomit, as that would be more problems.
So with blood kind of gushing out of the lower part of my nose as the main vein are artery was there, I slapped on my first alcohol soaked cotton, which came from a vitamin bottle or Carnivora. (Carnivora did not phase this thing either as it was not organic.)
It bleed, soaked things up, got on my fingers, but I kept working with the free hand, washing blood off the medical tools and TL appeared and helped with the surgical tape cutting.
At this point, the Lame Cherry will inform you that my medical bag is a tool bag. The reason I use clippers and cutters is pinching things off does not burn like surgical cuts like knives. I prayed to God of course and asked of Holy Angel help and of course was granted that. I think the slow cut helped pop that thing out of most nose as there was a slight cavern there, well it looked huge as it was on my nose.
Anyway, put the dentist gauze on the nose with antibiotic, nothing burned meaning it was all clean, added a cotton soaked gauze in alcohol and taped it all up.
It hurt like someone had cut something off my nose. Then it quit hurting, then hurt a bit more, then it stopped. We went to bed.
I got up around 3 and there was that Jesus blood a bit on my nose tip, that serum stuff, but it had about quit draining, as that is what it does in healing.
We dressed it again about 11 AM, the top part had scabbed, central part, other vein on the back of my nose, but the artery on the bottom was still dripping as I probably opened it up getting the gauze off. Just a reapplication an it all stopped again. It looks like something cut cut off half my nose and it did, but it is pretty good in that nice jerky glaze dried in the hot sun over most of it and no pain at all.
This is a photo of the creature I removed as it is as Ronald Reagan said. It was not me and it was removed.
Now I did this with no pain deadening. I would like to have access to street opium as I think that would help allot, then again I do not think me being doped up would have helped either. I might have enjoyed it too much.
The moral of this story is, that you like the Jews left me along the roadside for dead, no donations, no help.. When what is coming, you are going to be left by God as you are not special as you proved it, with the same amount of caring from Him. You are going to have to be your own doctor and you are going to have to do things without all the wonders of medicine, and if you find a doc, they are going to be doing the same thing out in their garage and probably making you suck vax infected cock for payment. You really have dug a hole for yourselves in being uncaring assholes.
Now would you changing your ways help? Can money buy you out of this? I think it helped Job's friends when God laid out the wrath in their treating him like shit, but that something I'm not saying will repeat, but I would rather try than be rejecting the offer again after seeing the kind of cutter surgery you are going to be facing and no one help but you and a rusty kitchen knife.
I actually kept the creature in some alcohol, am pickling it. Don't know what I will do with it, but I like looking at it for the success God gives to me in the affront of non donors.
I can tell you that 100% of your gurus you are getting information from, have never done what I do in self treating out of necessity. The big paychecks from the government have them living your luxury lives. The Lame Cherry explains her popular girl life as a poor orphan girl, and in that I have to find remedies to situations, situations you will face in what is ahead unless you are dead.
Oh, the creature has a consistency just like the fever pimple goo. It is elastic, it is like silicon gell. The only bleeding in it is peripheral from the real tissue. This thing feeds and attaches like a mole, but it is seperate from the body. I have read there is a super candida that will not respond to treatments. This one responded to a cutter. It does explain to me why these things bleed, as they are not bleeding, but the nose tissue is in being displaced when it breaks. This one a month ago broke and bled at the bottom, where this main artery is. It is fascinating and would be more Spock interesting on someone else, but then it is, as this is no longer going to be showing up for meals off of me.
I sincerely hope you non donors are able to treat yourselves. You will be where I am. I though actually I care, and you instead were selfish. I would though recommend that everyone get some tools like this, including needle nose pliers for removing bullets and shrapnel. As I have told you, my medical tools look like a tool bag an that is because they are tools.
Oh one more thing, nipping like this, helps seal off capillaries so you do not bleed so much. Fingernail clippers for small operations work very well.
The last part of this is the fact. You are going to pay in what is coming. Either people donate cheerfully or they are going to have real problems in the End Times. It is either or, not neither nor. I have begged people and been humiliated. I have once again attempted to educate in real life by my experience, forced upon me by non donors.
You can trust in your money, you can have your cartons of canned beans, you can have your piles of guns, but you can't do surgery with any of it or buy a live doctor in what is ahead.
I like being a horse doctor. Always was called Doctor Cherry in helping people out who needed medical attention. I don't practice medicine. I just survive on the hand that selfish people have dealt me as they live on my misery and work.
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