FSC Cigarettes

Comments from others below:

superdale: "Just how much damage have they done, and what is yet to come ?

Why am I getting so upset, when all that it probably is, just a little bit of harmless, governmentally dispensed, genocide. Hmmmmmm... You know what, it's probably, just to be certain, we don't injure ourselves, right ?

You wanna know what else ? They've got it covered all the way around. If, you should fall over dead while consuming this super poisoned contraption and it creates a house fire, killing the rest of your family, you will be able to take solace . No one will ever blame it on your habit because, you were, indeed, using fire standard compliant smokes . Finally, the most ironic part of it all will be when, the fire inspector's report concludes that, you simply just fell asleep, during a house fire, of a new, mysterious and unknown origin.

But seriously, if you don't want to die many, many more times sooner than before, then you should do just as I did and vow to never smoke another FSC (fire standard compliant cigarette) . Alternatively though, I will,(especially now) continue to smoke tobacco in any form until it has been made entirely illegal . Also, if things don't change by that time, I will have considered this nation unfit for habitation by freedom loving individuals such as myself.

These new and much more effecient, liver killing, death sticks had me sick for 6 months ! I had no Idea what was causing it until January, 1, 2010. I almost died ! I already had a liver condition . Thanks for the "heads up" "big brother".

But wait, theres even more ! Do you feel a lump in your throat ? Is your chest on fire ? Having palpitations, overly accelerated pulse rate, insomnia, anxiety and/or mental depression ? Pulmonary edema , severe weakness, headaches, dizziness, kidney problems ? Are you having any symptoms of central nervous system depression, confusion, hoarseness, an inability to sleep in a horizontal posistion,and much , much more ?

When you get sick and you visit your Dr. he or she may have trouble diagnosing your condition . If so, just ask to be checked for ethylene vinyl acetate (carpet glue) and napthalene (moth ball) poisoning . Also, (this is important) don't forget to mention that you have been burning and inhaling it at, what are apparently, toxic levels !

I would like to thank nanny government and all of the great many social engineers who are working so hard on my behalf . Now , instead of taking up to what could have been decades to kill myself, I can use the new and improved, fsc death stick, and potentialy, do the job in as little as a matter of months.

But seriously, smoker's will now start to drop like flies, and you know what they will have to say , "Now you know, as we have already told you, smoking is very dangerous". I have been a smoker for 30 years and have never had any symtoms other than an occasional cough until, the stealthy introduction of the fsc's.

60 million, demonized and bullied US.citizens, may not seem to be that big of a percentage compared to the rest population but, 60 million people can completely blow the (always closed) doors from this crooked government and the rest of it's perverted, twisted , greedy, narcissistic, social engineers ! 60 million voters can create a heck of a large swing vote . If we will all speak together our voice will be, overwhelmingly loud. Let our voice not, go unheard ! Once again, let freedom ring !

Call , write or e-mail your state and federal representaives and don't forget to register and VOTE !

In case you haven't already done so, don't forget to sign and if you wish, leave a comment on the rather large and fast growing petition at,

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/repeal-fire-safe-cigarette-laws

Just in case, you are still a skeptical anti-smoker and don't believe any of this, then I dare you, (with your heart) to just read a few pages of the comments made. A lot of these unwitting victims of this atrocity will undoubtedly now have to suffer for life.

Wouldn't you expect to have been advised If the toxicity of your favorite medications , make-up or food additives you have come to depend upon, been increased, substantialy ?

Self destruction is human nature. You choose your vehicle, I will choose mine .

Disclaimer, I am not affiliated with any tobacco or nicotine product manufacturing, promotions, sales, shipping and/or otherwise."

1276: "Well, *I* will be quitiing in North Carolina...! The new law (for FSC cgiarettes) went into effect Jan 1st of 2010 and I KNEW something was very wrong after just smoking one carton of the things... I can no longer even cough up flem (sp?) (affecting my lung capacity as my lings now seem to be full of congestion), it has really affected my breathing and I feel sick to my stomach and also am having breathing problems like my lungs cannot get air...

Screw it...! *I* amd going to quit smoking... It took THIS to make me WANT to quit after smoking for 50 years... Never thought ANYTHING 'could' make me 'want to' stop smoking but THIS will most certainly 'do it'...!"

ismokereds: "yeah i have not been feeling "right" since smoking these. extreme headaches, dizziness, heart racing and very tired all the time."

justwondering: "these things have made me sick every since i started smoking them i was wondering if they done the same to others i have had sore throat , heart racing, tightness in my chest, very scarey. we need to do something to get our old smokes back for now i have quit."

concered: "fsc cigs are making people experience symptoms such as headache, nausea, vomiting, etc. symptoms are more likely the closer together you smoke each cig"

Limiting the Internet

I think I am going to have to limit the amount of time I spend online. I am on everyday all day and I think it is not making things any better for me. I might just sign on one day a week and do everything I need to do like answer emails, upload videos ect.

Somedays I feel ok and then it is like I am going backwards. Like tonight, I was sitting at my computer and all of a sudden I felt weird for lack of a better word and my face got very pale. Of course I went to check my blood pressure because I thought I might be passing out. My blood pressure was not low though, like you would expect it to be if I was actually fainting. It was 138/73 (the top number higher than my normal) and my pulse was 107.

I have had these spells over the past few months and I have no idea what it is. I don't feel panic during them and I don't think anymore anxiety than the average person who starts to feel like they are fainting.

About 2 weeks ago my heart, which has skipped on and off since I was a teen did something different. It started to skip and didn't stop for about a minute. This of course caused me a great deal of anxiety after and I spent most of the next day crying about it.

I don't even see doctors anymore, at least at this point. I hit a wall and I am too scared to even go anymore. No amount of people telling me I have to push myself or just do it will work. I don't want to because I can't handle any more stress. Granted, sitting here doing nothing causes stress, but not as much as having medical tests done by people who don't care how upset and sick it makes me while they question me about why I don't "treat my anxiety" and refusing to hear the real reason as to why and what has happened.

If something bad enough happens or scares me enough I assume I will just go to the ER. Many days I sit around waiting to die. Many times I can feel myself dying. Then I have a few good hours or even a few days of being ok and I think "OK I can fix this and make myself well again like I use to be." then some spell happens and it feels like I am going backwards.

I do not have anyone in my life that will help me the way I need in the form of strong emotional support and really be there for me. It takes me years to have that comfort around people and the new ones who may help, there just isn't enough time. Frankly most are too stupid to even understand what happened. Most people are nothing short of morons that I tolerate. (I guess that sounds elitist, but it is true.)

My mother (who by the way as of yet does not have to have liver surgery, which is good), says that she doesn't want to see the doctors, but she just makes herself. What I seem not to be able to get across to anyone is I can't just make myself. I would actually sit here and let myself die. This may not make any sense to anyone, but it is the truth and emails or comments about "What I have to do." literally falls on deaf ears. It is like being frozen in time. A scared child who needs someone to take his hand to cross the busy street, only all the adults are busy. They all think the child is an adult and just needs to suck it up.

About a week ago I did get a juicer. I have started using that daily in hopes that it will help cure whatever it is that is happening. Maybe I am deluding myself or maybe it will end up being a miracle, because a miracle is what I need right now.

I still get new emails daily from people who are sick from the drugs they were put on. At times their suffering is too much to handle. I know how they feel all too well. They are looking to me as a light at the end of the tunnel. They know I am a year out from my last dose and all want to know if I am well now? They want to see an end to their own suffering and hope I can provide a time table so they know how many days or hours are left till their life comes back to them.

Then there are the emails asking me why I don't just take xanax again. These people I can't understand at all. They aren't sick (yet) from the drug and hopefully they never will be, but they just don't get it. Some people are very damaged by these drugs and a host of other drugs. It is like saying you are a smoker and don't have lung cancer, so cigarettes then can't be the cause of lung cancer and I am just crazy and a liar.

I won't even reply to those type of emails anymore. What is the point, their mind is made up and I am the liar. It is really no different than when I see doctors, after all, what do I know? How dare I know anything at all. How dare I know something horrific is happening all over this country and indeed the world and no one cares.

People make me sick, they don't even want to fight it. I start a class action and two people sign on. Their excuse.."Whats the use, the companies have to much money." This society has caused people to be nothing less than brain dead lemmings. They can't think for themselves and they sure as hell won't speak up.

You have any idea how many people have emailed me? Where is their videos? Their story? Stop looking to me and speak up. Put your face out there so I stop looking like a lunatic, the solo voice in what has happened.

It use to upset me that I could not usually relate to people in the past. Now I am glad I have that quality. The last thing I would like to be is just like the blind masses.

Getting Rid Of My Therapist

I had hopes for the therapist I was seeing after the 3rd visit. I felt for a brief amount of time that maybe we would work well together. After two more visits, it just isn't going to work. I really need to listen to my gut instincts the first time around and start trusting myself. Long story short I have mailed the following letter to my therapist.

"It occurred to me after leaving your office after our last visit that I can not personally afford the $50 fee, which is why I am on Medicaid in the first place. Nor can I, in good conscience, ask for my parents to shell out $50 because I was ill that day. It was not as if I just blew that appointment off, nor could I consult a crystal ball 24 hours before the day of my appointment and realize that, aside from getting very little sleep, I would also be vomiting.

The first appointment that I canceled, I gave more than 24 hour notice. In fact, I called 48 hours prior to the appointment and left a voicemail inquiring as to the proper procedure, as I was unsure whether I would be able to make that appointment after dealing with my mother’s stroke, along with everything that has been going on. When I did not hear back from you by the following afternoon, I left a message with the front desk canceling that appointment before you returned my call the following evening.

When I was ill and called to leave you a voice mail, I stated that I was ill and would need to reschedule my appointment. I then never received a response at all. After a week had passed, I called yet again to make an appointment, at that point, my call was returned.

While I understand the need for a $50 fee without 24 hour notice of cancellation, occasionally situations arise that can not be predicted. I had previously been informed by you that, if there was a snowstorm, I would not be expected to keep my appointment, and there would be no penalty under those circumstances. Yet, I somehow doubt that you would advise someone who was vomiting and operating on two hours of sleep driving to your office. I do not believe you would want to put my life, nor the lives of others on the road, at risk, simply so I could make an appointment. I also firmly believe that if you were ill, I would get a call from your office canceling my appointment; were I someone who took the day off from work to see you, I can assure you I would not be billing you for being to sick to hold my appointment and my lost hours at work.

As I had stated previously, I am not on SSI and have been continually denied up to this point. My parents, who are retired and on a fixed income at this time, pay my rent, my food and my utilities. My mother, who does have health insurance, still has to pay co-pay after co-pay for every appointment she attends to treat her illness. They are not made of money and, at this point, I will not push them further. If I were to charge the fee on a credit card, they would still be paying, as they are the ones who pay that bill as well.

It left a bad taste in my mouth when you asked, "Well didn't you check your credit card balance before you left the house?" First off; I would like to be clear. I am dealing with an illness right now in which I am literally dragging myself to appointment after appointment, regardless of the fact that I know damn well that other people feeling the way I am would not necessarily be able to do; I am doing this on top of having an anxiety disorder and a mother who is slowly dying. There is no question in my mind that I have been damaged by Xanax regardless if medical professionals want to believe it or not. It doesn't take much effort on anyone's behalf to look into what I am saying; there are thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people suffering with the same issues from which I am suffering after taking that class of drugs. This damage (and it is nothing less than damage) to the body takes, on average, 6 to 18 months to clear up, and, is some cases, longer. So; no, I didn't check my credit card balance before I left the house. I was busy getting ready and reserving every last bit of energy I had that day to come see you. Trust me when I say someone can look fine on the outside and be dealing with extreme illness inside. I sincerely hope you never have to deal with anything remotely similar to what I have had to experience.

I will not be returning to see you, and I plan on seeking out another therapist. I understand you still may decide to try to bill me for being too ill that day to make my appointment. If this is the case, the bill will go in the trash with the rest of the bills I can't pay right now. It is not as though my credit can be damaged any more than it already has."

Fell into a funk

Over the past few weeks I have really let myself go and have not been trying very hard to help myself at all. I think after my moms stroke and me seeing doctor after doctor and being lined up for more tests I just shut down. I found I was sleeping more and more hours and just was not as social online as I had been. I noticed I stopped going to the grocery store and started getting junk food at gas stations. I would lay around so much that just moving a small amount made my heart race. I found each time I would wake up I would move from my bed to the computer chair and just watch youtube videos all day and email people back slower than normal. When Keith was here I would just sit all day watching TV. Now I have got myself in a funk and need to get back out. I think it ended the other night when I was laying in bed trying to sleep and whispered Keiths name and he said "Yeah." in a half asleep state and I said "I don't want my mom to die." and then the tears, which had not been flowing for a few weeks came pouring out. He talked to me for a little while and then oddly I was no longer sad. I am unsure where that wave of emotion came from, but I needed it.

My mom recently had another CT scan and there is now fluid/spots on the stomach, so they are going to have to scan again soon to see if the cancer has now also spread to the stomach. She is still going in March to meet with the surgeon to see if he wants to do the surgery to remove any cancer he can see from the liver. So far the cancer is still gone from the colon, but she is still having chronic diarrhea issues that the doctors have been unable to stop and she is down to 88 lbs.

I really want to get my juicer back from my parents house since they haven't used it. I really feel the need to start using it daily. I just really feel like I need to eat fresh real food. When I fall back into junk food I fall hard. I lived recently on McDonald's, Taco Bell, Chocolate Milk, Danishes, cookies, and other assorted garbage.

I feel myself freezing up, which is what I do when I become overwhelmed. I mean doctors are concerned about my blood sugar and want to run tests on that. Even though I brought a blood glucose meter and saw it was at 174, when they were concerned at 138, what did I do? Load up on sweets. I haven't even been on the treadmill in a month. It is weird I can always feel myself losing my grip and I seem to do nothing to stop it, then end back up where I am now, having to fight to get back where I was (which was not in a good place, but better than where I am).

This week I have two appointments, so I have to suck myself out of this funk and get to the sleep clinic and my therapist. I am going to drink water most of the day today and pop a few vitamins, and slowly start eating real food. I get my food money from my father later today, so I will be able to get to the store and get some healthier foods soon.

Getting supernatural on you

I am going to take this time to do a post about something I rarely talk about or anyone for that matter because no one wants to be viewed as "crazy". I am not a very religious person, for me none of the religions ever clicked, except for maybe Buddhism, even that I can't completely agree with. However I am a spiritual person and it is my personal belief that we get signs, either from God, the universe or maybe it is even our higher mind that helps us along. I guess some people would say they feel something in their gut.

I rarely listen to the "signs" I am given or half listen, other times they have done nothing less than save my life. So why would I ignore them? Pressure from the outside world I guess, fear of being wrong, and mostly just not trusting myself. I don't know when my own distrust of myself and my instincts started, maybe in childhood or from hearing "better be safe than sorry." repeated over and over by family, friends, doctors and indeed strangers. Everyone knows what is "best" for me...I assume many readers have the same situation as me when it comes to that.

What I have is no special gift, every human has that inner voice that warns, that just "knows" in the pit of them a "truth" that can not always be put into words or explained, even if there is evidence pointing away from that truth and indeed in my case during the worse of what was happening to me in 2009, not a single person who really believed what I was saying, except the people who had been through it.

My gut has helped me in the following ways:

In 1997 I had the best oral surgeon take out all 4 of my impacted wisdom teeth while under sedation. He was the 7th oral surgeon I had seen. I had been "shopping" for years. They all rubbed me the wrong way, didn't listen, didn't get it. He did. I was nervous the day I went in, but I felt safe with him, I knew he would do right by me and I felt it. Turns out my easy surgery became difficult when he discovered I had roots wrapped around a nerve that gives me feeling to my lower face. He did and excellent job and I thankfully have complete feeling because of his great work.

In 2000 I knew there was a lung issue, it was no surprise to me when it was discovered. I wanted a chest xray months before that morning came and I was taken to the ER. I was ignored till that point, but never pushed the issue because of my own distrust in what I knew to be the case. The lung surgeon I got to perform my surgery not only had seen my rare condition before, but had performed a successful surgery on a 16 year old girl with it months before. He had a good feeling coming from him when he entered the room and I never distrusted him. I was of course scared, but he was "the one" I could feel it. If I ever needed lung surgery again I rather have him, even at 90 years old and a little forgetful perform it, because even a little forgetful he would out perform someone who was just not the right fit.

In 2001 after I came off 10mg of paxil, it was not yet known or understood that antidepressants cannot just be stopped cold turkey. Three days later when the "zapping" started I went to an ER in FL. where I lived at the time. I was questioned as to "Who told you you could stop taking your medication?" to which I replied "I told me." As if I do not have the right to what goes in my body and I need the permission of another. I was told what was happening was not from paxil, that it was just a once a day pill. Again I somehow "knew" it was the paxil and thankfully in time it passed.

I was told that I would never be able to stop drinking alcohol on my own and that I would need to be in AA for the rest of my life and work the steps. I knew that was not for me after going several times. AA made me want to drink. I was able to stop drinking on my own, unlike what I was told at AA, by doctors and therapists and have not had a single drink since 2007.

I was told by a doctor I would never quit smoking unless I had help by patches and when that failed help by drugs like zyban and chantix. I ignored them and when I finally did quit, I did it cold turkey and here I am today smoke free.

In 2009, when the xanax withdrawal started I knew that it was what caused the horrible problem I live with today (though if you read my blog all through 2009 I questioned myself about that) that was the hardest thing I ever had and still have to go through. I was always told if everyone else believes something and you don't that makes you crazy. After all how could everyone be wrong? I have had to ignore so many doctors through all this and that is not easy for someone like me. I have indeed questioned my sanity though all of this.

There is so much more that I will have to leave out for now because I could go on and on. However, I recently (as readers know) saw a lung doctor and did a breathing test. I do not feel right about his condescending advice as I sat there having a lower breathing score than the general population and walk around breathless, so I will listen to my gut and will be seeing a new specialist for advice.

The recent visit to the gastro doctor was good and bad and has indeed causes me a great deal of stress this week. The stress is coming from me fighting my gut, the deep feeling of knowing that she is not the one to do any scopes on me. I don't feel she has a good energy at all, at the very least we do not "fit". However my gut does tell me to do all the other tests she wants run and I will.

When I was sitting in the waiting room waiting to see her (she shares the same waiting room I was in the week before waiting to see the lung doctor.) an old woman sat next to me. There were plenty of seats for her, so my first thought was "Oh God, why do you have to sit right next to me?" I hate that esp. when I am very nervous about something...I need my space. She opened a book and started reading. I glanced over and saw one sentence in whatever book she was reading and it said "All this for nothing." Oddly that is exactly how I felt later. I saw them both now and I clicked with neither, esp. the gastro, even if she is the one who found my mothers cancer. It is just that vibe we all get, a warning, a feeling of something is not right.

Two days later I was talking to someone local online and he (who has many colon issues) was raving about how great his gastro is and said if I want a second opinion to see her. I made note. The next day after taking my trash out, my neighbor was coming home and we got talking. I shared some of my information with her and she told me about her wonderful gastro doctor. Turns out it is the very same doctor that the guy was telling me about the night before. I will take that as a sign and plan on seeing her for a second opinion.

I think I will write more about this topic later, but for now it is long enough. I see my primary care doctor on Tuesday to get a referral to a cardiologist for a stress test and tilt table test.

The point in all of this is I think I need to listen to my gut more and pay attention to the signs around me and less to all the noise coming from others.