(September 28, 2013 at 10:07 pm)Drich Wrote:(September 28, 2013 at 9:12 pm)missluckie26 Wrote: Don't hold your breath, Zazzie. Drich is big on big claims and no proof. In fact, it's the basis of his belief system. What's more, you're practically asking the impossible of him. The medical community can rarely tell their lips from their assholes, much less be accurate when it comes to the human body. What it sounds like to me, is Drich has an auto-immune disease. Those cause false positives in viral tests alot. Then he attributes the sores going away to god when in all actuality--and correct me if I'm wrong Drich-- the doctors fixed the problem. Did they give you prednisone and anti-biotics, eh?
Or are you claiming those sores just "miraculously disappeared"? Are you seriously saying that the doctors didn't give you medicine at all for HIV when you had a positive test? Don't tell me you trusted god enough to deny medical treatment, did you?
I know I did that once, for a life threatening illness. Ended up in the ICU for a stint. Turns out: god didn't wanna heal his daughter who gave him her entire life heart mind soul and body.
Well, that or he doesn't exist. Which I consider to be far more gracious a thought than god being a sadistic bastard.
I could not afford treatment. My affliction was a skin virus so no antibiotics. They started with cryotherapy I had about 100 of these leasions frozen off. (Less than half) I could not take anymore so they were going to finish when I came back. During the time between the tests they disappeared on their own. All I was given through that whole period was a topical ointment and a hand full of gauss for the blisters left after the cryotherapy. I Was told to take Motrin for the pain, and if anything got infected to come back for treatment.
Not everyone gets healed. at first I panicked like anyone else would, and before the end of the day I found complete peace. I was completely ready to accept that I was going to be dead by 21/22 and that was ok. Why? Because I do not worship life. I learned to worship God no matter what He has I store for me. No anger, no resentment, just a request to finish well. To make the time I had left mean something. Sure I was scared, and cried between tests, But I never felt like I was owed anymore than what i was given. Did that have something to do with it? Only God knows for sure.
I call bullshit on your claim. If it is was true you'd be the second man ever and there would articles on it that you would have linked long ago. So proof that this happened and it was gods work or shut the fuck up you full of shit little asshole.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
