HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 44
I am not allowed any
peace, any happiness, any joy at all. That is why the casinos know
only too well, how I sucked in all I could on that night with Islands
Zebriski, in the cafeteria. To this day, I know they have the
surveillance tape and laugh. But what they don't know is that I made
a lifetime in my mother fuckiGN mind, out of that hour. I have done
this same thing on a few occasions in my life, and they cannot take
that away from me no matter how much hell they put me through until
my final escape is shortly made, via the pretty white dotted flower,
Queen Ann's Lace. Lots of dirt bag noise is coming from my nabes
today. Another fucking afternoon shindig I suppose, the assholes.
The joke is on all those who
judge me, thinking I like or even love all my crazy shit. I would
wipe out galaxies in the wink of an eye, for the ability to trade
places with an average normal mother fuckiGN person. God Almighty
knows my heart, and knows I wouldn't dare to fucking swear on her
name and be a fucking lie.
The few things that
could have led to my life becoming more normalized, was always
totally abruptly stopped. Just telling Steve McGinty what I wanted to
share with the son of a bitch, in 1996, of why I was the way I was
back at Mars Print Shop in 1977, would have served a lot of purpose
towards that goal, for reasons I understand way more than anyone out
here reading this could possibly ever hope to.
APRIL
9, 2015,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:08,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
THE
CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 83 DEGREES FNHT.
THE
HUMIDITY IS 57%, FEELING LIKE 86 DEGREES.
THE
WIND IS ESE AT 14, GUSTING TO 21.
STATS
AT NOON ON 4-8-2015.
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OLD SONG SAID IN THE EARLY-MIDDLE NINETEEN-SEVENTIES, IT'S A SMALL
WORLD AFTER ALL. I SAY, MCNULTY AND THE ENTIRE GANG BELIEVE A
DIFFERENT ITEM AND ENDLESSLY SING A DIFFERENT SONG. ITS NAME; ''IT'S
A FUNNY WORLD, FOREVER''.
EVERYTHING
IS SO DAM HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM HILARIOUS!
LIGHTNING
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And
yes great people; I messed up on the supplemental blog posted up
earlier, and said WAYW,
my error, YO. I own it BRO! Obviously I meant to say Atlantic city's
great and powerful almighty Frequency modulation radio station, WAYV.
But still, please watch your back around your ''so called friends'',
old pal Regis, YO! I should know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
Jay Peanut; this is not a tweet, but it won't be a super dam long
blog either. WEEEEEEE!!!!
I
was the only person to fly without wings, be cured of the incurable
disease called AIDS, and escape the barriers of hell, well, so far,
two for three. Adam Schiff would say that ain't bad And I've got the
fucking videotape of him saying it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have another one of him saying, “Good-night”. So this
photo
below, would be only fitting, IMHO.
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Time
now to stop being a fucking horses ass, and tell you something. None
of you will believe this. Anyone who does would be a threat to the
empire. I am the only person on this planet that can make the stock
market jump hundreds of points in a week, even thousands. Bless me
and buy long and make billions. Curse me, and sell short and make
billions. They want to just curse me however. Why you ask? Why
would you ask me to explain quintessential horses asses reasoning,
my good people, YO????????????????????
The
great beautiful Ghost Whisperer would say, go up and find the light.
Well, the traveling galaxy heart is McGuire and McGettigan's private
business, but let me just say, in or out of the great Paula
Type-3-Exploratron King's WAYV radio station; “Walk down and
fucking drown”. Yeah gorgeous Twinbay; I'm not the most positive
upbeat glass full guy you're going to meet, sweetie
pie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Y should I---B??????
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
Oh
for the fucking love of Jupiter, crissake YO!!!!
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OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2015
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APRIL
9, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 10:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 77 DEGREES.
STEADY
SE WINDS ARE AT 9.
Anyone
who is not a truth-denier, can see that I am two things.
Someone who first and foremost, has
been attacked by some kind of a force that is completely
indescribable and unfathomable;
ever since my mom dropped me on my fucking cunt head as a tiny tot up
in Philly. Also, that I tell you all a true story that I never
claimed I had all the answers to. I never ever said that, and you all
know that, so no dam bullshit, OK???????????????? TANKS PEOPLE. Also
I am someone who has tried to survive all of this for three fifths of
a fucking century, and also tried to tell anyone willing to listen
that it is real and happening to me and that if it can happen to me
right now today, then just explain to me folks, WHY IT CANNOT SOMEDAY
ALL COME RIGHT DOWN ON YOU AND YOUR FAMILY AND THOSE WHO YOU HOLD
DEAR TO YOUR MOTHER FUCKING HEARTS. Just go ahead and rationally
present arguments to me against that logic; I CHALLENGE ANYONE OUT
HERE ANYWHERE ANY TIME, EVER EVER EVER. You know that you cannot. And
this is not like saying to me, ''Oh you asshole Mark, the world may
also be hit by a humanity destroying meteor tomorrow at
nine-twenty-two eastern daylight American fucking time. The odds are
about the same, YO''. Well, BULLSHIT; the odds are no where near
about the same; great people. THAT, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Once I
am dead and gone, all of you are going to become next gen targets or
(NGT). “Engeetees”
are what all of you right now, reading this blog, have a lot greater
of a chance than you can possibly know. When they don't have fucking
me to play with in their sick little egocentric playpens, YO; just do
the mother fuckiGN math, great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU
ARE ALL GONNA' BE FUCKING NEXT,
or the odds are way fucking good for that, or at least, for someone
you may know and love, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! While writing
that, a death sound was placed into my apartment illegally, through
my telephone. You can all laugh, but when this all strikes you, you
won't be laughing!
It
truly is such a fucking dam shame, Shirley and Dancers Company; so
point me to the great sisters, YO, Steve and Patty. The present you
lives as the present you, one time, and in time-illusion, along a
line on the fourth dimension, that becomes a raised circle or disc of
a sort; and all of it is in a state of perfect karmic balance, not
only in each individual single song (universe), but throughout the
entire fifth dimensional hyperspatial many multiple songs
(multiverse). But then, Brent Stiles, we all know where you got your
D-6 from, and we all know where the entire great TV show came from,
huh Russell Thaxton of 1969. HI yourself, lovely Misses Marola.
My
recent memory phased-shift was caused by some exploratron of the
type-3 kind, dream control traveling back in a very localized
(similar atomically) parallel universe, to this one; and did
something with my doppelganger (double) that lives over there; and
now, th eme here, wonders which reality is more real and less real,
as this leaves my sixth dimensional signal connectiveness tied into
two signals, (me remembering both the original and the recopied
reality), in other words, Professor Michio Kaku, NYU, USA, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I doubt that anyone else will get this message,
maybe distant cousin Trump, Briggbase Master. This is why he loves
making and doing garbage like Celeb-Apprent. It just makes him feel
at home, back where his true existence is, huh
Macy-Bunch???????????????????
Boy
are they fucking with me' ol' mouse continually, after this had all
stopped, kind sir and old pal, Bob McDowell, FCC. I need some
AHA-AHA-AHA McNulty ''Johnny fucker faster jokes, to keep my sanity
going a while longer, old buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why worry
about satellite calendars, when type-3-exploratrons can alter shit
and render them if nothing else, totally obfuscated?????????????? And
obviously, any mother fucking retard knows I meant to type in MARCH,
and not fucking DECEMBER. LIFE FOR ME AND MANY OTHERS NOW, HAS BECOME
QUITE A WILD DAM MIND HACK!!!!
Only now, is the great Professor Kaku the only one who has a glimmer
as to just why this is all happening. Wow talk about a fucking motley
crew here, Regis, Mike, Diane, Bob Levy, and Bob McDowell. Even
Channel 10 Philly levy-CUZZ must be hyper fucking ejaculating with
this one, maybe while listening to my rotten teck-pop song, “YBCO”.
Jesus Christ Almighty Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My blogs
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
EVERYTHING
IS SO DAM HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM HILARIOUS!
This
entire mother fucking decade has been horrible; and maybe one of the
worst ever for fucking me!!! If I was my distant cousin back in May
of 1995, up on L.I.N.Y.; I would say that this decade for me, was
like his weekend was for him; where he said on that
videotape from Good Will, that I bought as a blank, and thought was;
“THE WORST
EVER”!!!
There
is honestly no excuse possible by anyone's rational mind, why ''god''
as you call ''him'' has allowed all of this in my mother fucking life
that in all truth and honesty, amounts to a totally fried collection
of days that make up more than 724 months of time now. Those who
believe in some wonderful white bearded grandfather up in the sky,
might just ask the ISS and not the ESS, why he has yet to be sighted,
even if they want to ignore my Morianity.
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Why
have you totally forsaken me, my beautiful wonderful electron? I know
where some Queens Ann's Lace flowers are growing all over the place,
not far from here in a private area I can drive to in minutes. I can
bring it home in a bag and be dead in a matter of minutes, relatively
painlessly.
When
it is all over later on, I will miss this nightmare world like a dull
dentist drill slowly drilling out every tooth in my mouth down to the
root.
Lots
of dam doors are going all morning long, and now we're in early
afternoon, here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA,
WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll miss noise the most. Yeah,
like being tied up in an upside down position and naked, and having a
crowd of angry jeering jerk offs, coming up to take turns whipping
me, and pissing all over me. That's how much I'll miss noise. I wish
the Fort Pierce Police Department, would lock up that illegal auto
driver with the eight million watt rapper thumper noise they call
music, in or out of 1987!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
you all know who follow these blogs, yesterday in the early evening;
I had a heart to heart talk with someone who I have spoken with
several times over the telephone, who works in the psych department
at my health insurance place, and who got me my original appointment
in Vero Beach, at the Behavior Health Clinic. This is not important,
other than for proving the conspiracy to commit murder in the first
degree on me, is totally real and not me with lots of fucking
psychotic features.
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WAYNE MOHR, MOUNTAINPEN, (BOM)
APRIL
8, 2015,
EARLY
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:22,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-82/L-66)
HUMIDITY
IS 60%, FEELING LIKE 85 DEGREES.
FORECASTED
AFTERNOON HIGH, IS 88 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ESE AT 10 WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 12.
IT
IS MOSTLY CLEAR AND SUNNY WITH SCATTERED CLOUDINESS CONSISTING OF
WHITE PUFFS ONLY.
When
I first went to the Trinity-Trinidad Hotel on Tennessee Avenue in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, in the middle late
nineteen-sixties, lads and lassies, I could sense and feel all of
this stuff that is effecting my entire life to this very day up here
all the way in 2015. This proves how the actual HALLS-FAWCES behind
it all, on a non human level; are really what is behind the so-called
great and powerful OZ-CURTAINS. If another explanation is there,
ain't it funny that unlike the great QUICK-QUICK HAWAII INFO EDIT
system AKA the Wikipedia web-site; never ever wishes to leave any
updated comments to show me in a clear concise and non offensive
manner, the errors of my ways. I am not closed minded, to decent
folks who may wish to offer that type of help. Notes on windshields
or mailboxes or slipped underneath doors, that is too covert for me
to like. Hell, I don't even drink Pepsi or Coke, Paula WAYV, and
yeah, I fucked up on the supplemental blog posted up earlier today
and said WAYW, my error, YO. I own it BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, please
watch your back around your so called friends, old pal Regis, YO! I
should know!!!!
No
Jay Peanut; this is not a tweet, but it won't be a long blog either.
YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.
WHAT FLAWED THEORY, MAMA-1988?????????????
I
have no love whatsoever for these rotten mother fucking
CALLIO/MCGUIRE dirt-holes. They think they can do whatever they want
to send a message to anyone whom they perceive to be their enemy. I
am top five on their miserable list. I never thought you were one of
them when I took you into my confidence, Ann Bitch King. Your
wonderful father would be ashamed of you, lady. You know I can cure
your condition, sweetie. I would rather die than to ever help you, or
anyone in this miserable rotten family.
A
fire alarm woke me out of the deep silence of early morning, today,
around ten minutes shy of eight or so. I managed to get back to sleep
shortly after the firetruck came and the kind fire-persons
deactivated that shrill piercing alarm. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, fun!!!!
Hang in there yourselves, you dirt bag scum from EW and
WAYV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If there is a judgment as the
Bible speaks of, I just know I wouldn't want to be you when it goes
frikkin' down. If not, then we all sleep forever, all shit is just
maya-illusion, and I win either way, as I'll be endlessly asleep and
it will be all over, and it won't matter, so you have a zero upside
evil folks, while I have a 100% chance to cash in one way or the
other on this. Mister McNulty, do you have anything you wish to offer
right about here, YO????
No
sir, no ma'am, I have no love whatsoever for these rotten mother
fucking CALLIO/MCGUIRE/KING dirt-holes. Not even a grain of sand from
the puppy love box, YO!
Numbers
are the key and the code to everything, but only when people learn to
put them in front of a mirror. Things everywhere are programmed to
show up in reverse. Only a double reverse switches things back into a
true reflection. Do I really need to laser trace back Sigmund
Malyeska and Sidney Cohen Crown, to prove my point. Well, to quote
the man on the beach, or Alice down the hole also I would suppose,
“I'm late, I'm late. Yeah, sure; one of us is late anyway.
I
walked up and down that dark street, the small little alley way
looking street to the north of the great tyrannical and debilitating
10-SC Avenue of Atlantic City, back in those sixties times, and I
just knew. I felt it so deep down I could have swallowed the ocean
and it all would have passed through me like a hyper well.
YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''. YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.
HA
HA HA HA HA HA AND AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MCNULTY FROM 1971.
Real god dam funny, YO!
You
mother fucking missed me Jane Sleazeweedsdisease, you water witch
bitch you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let's
laugh this whole thing off, right all northern mother fucking
cousins???????????? KM Lilly white A; all of
you's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STATS
AT NOON ON 4-8-2015.
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WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 12:23,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 85%, FEELING LIKE 78 DEGREES.
Bob
McDowell of the great Federal Communications Commission, sir and old
1972 buddy-pal; I am being major hacked.
I froze up and had to manually go off and back on, and now a pop
screen is telling me cookies that were scanned by anti-virus have
been found and fixed. Hopefully I may resume this blog and have some
small amount of legally protected constitutional rights, laugh laugh
laugh funny funny funny Sheila big-tits Franklin. Yeah old buddy,
this is a real wonderful empire I live under the oppression of,
24-7-365.2422, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BLOGGER
ASKS ME, ''You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of
super glue and olive pits''?
My
response was: An angry mother.
Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry to sound so dam
negative, beautiful Twinbay of E.H. Township, NJUSAESMWG, YO!!!
PHOTO
IS COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG, AND CHANNEL 12 SOUTH FLORIDA
TELEVISION.
You
see people, the empire is scared fucking shitless because time
manipulation is now totally verifiable by my Morianity story and
backed up in Washington at the GAP © Office!
Choke
on that one, wealthy distant fucking cousin,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He
knows you can't fake the steak, or the technical sampling. I have a
strong suspicion that long before my trip to Florida and eventual
creating at the BonJovi Avalon place in Port Saint Lucie, that this
was done in big powerhouse fucking Manhattan studios. They all knew
this shit before I did.
I
can't ever know anything for sure, how could I? I'm not fucking god
almighty. But it seems that life totally whacked out, just as the
MIGHTY MAYANS SEEMED TO KNOW, right on target and right on schedule,
BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!
I
am most likely going to be sacrificed, because the medical community
will not allow this information out, and even are part of a distant
future connected plot and scheme, that only a few billionaires are
onto out of the entire private non governmental sector of the
population; are allowed to know about, such as Trump; explaining how
he knew all along about my MEDICAL TAPE sent to the Copyright Office,
back in early 1984 or maybe the end of 1983, as my memory has been
effected to not knowing whether it was sent before or after, my train
trip on the Amtrak Train, down to Orlando, Florida. When memories
fuzz out, it is not the brain going. Seeing it that way is believing
the world is flat because it al;ways appears that way in the
illusion. If
time is manipulated
by the Exploratronic
Supermind
Society
however; that is why a part of you thinks it could be one year, and
another part thinks another year. The reason is because the original
single reality that was altered, is now both that one, as well as the
altered one, with whatever the dam ESS did. Let me now go to Cable
Zoo Boulevard, and up to the mighty cool Comcast telephone numbers
initiation building, of the fucking modern day dam ass dinosaurs. Did
my ears just ring and burst from these crashing 'symbols', kind
folks, YO???????? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Did
you just say it is cold in Wisconsin, Mizz Cali English teacher,
Donna Fargo; or was that, ''Funny Face, I need and love you''?
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
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PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
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ON KIND POPULATION OF THE EARTH PLT.
Goiter--------AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY!!!
Publish
Date: Jun 4, 2012
What is the thyroid gland?
The
thyroid gland is a butterfly-shaped endocrine gland that is
normally located in the lower front of the neck. The thyroid’s
job is to make thyroid hormones, which are secreted into the
blood and then carried to every tissue in the body. Thyroid
hormone helps the body use energy, stay warm and keep the
brain, heart, muscles, and other organs working as they should.
What are the symptoms of a goiter?
The
term “goiter” simply refers to the abnormal enlargement of
the thyroid gland. It is important to know that the presence of
a goiter does not necessarily mean that the thyroid gland is
malfunctioning. A goiter can occur in a gland that is producing
too much hormone (hyperthyroidism), too little hormone
(hypothyroidism), or the correct amount of hormone
(euthyroidism). A goiter indicates there is a condition present
which is causing the thyroid to grow abnormally.
HOW
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thyroid research. New discoveriesand better understanding will translate into improved ways to prevent, diagnose, and treat thyroid disease.
What causes a goiter?
One
of the most common causes of goiter formation worldwide is
iodine deficiency. While this was a very frequent cause of
goiter in the United States many years ago, it is no longer
commonly observed. The primary activity of the thyroid gland is
to concentrate iodine from the blood to make thyroid hormone.
The gland cannot make enough thyroid hormone if it does not
have enough iodine. Therefore, with iodine deficiency the
individual will become hypothyroid. Consequently, the pituitary
gland in the brain senses the thyroid hormone level is too low
and sends a signal to the thyroid. This signal is called
thyroid stimulating hormone (TSH). As the name implies, this
hormone stimulates the thyroid to produce thyroid hormone and
to grow in size. This abnormal growth in size produces what is
termed a “goiter.” Thus, iodine deficiency is one cause of
goiter development. Wherever iodine deficiency is common,
goiter will be common. It remains a common cause of goiters in
other parts of the world.
Hashimoto’s
thyroiditis is a more common cause of goiter formation in the
US. This is an autoimmune condition in which there is
destruction of the thyroid gland by one’s own immune system.
As the gland becomes more damaged, it is less able to make
adequate supplies of thyroid hormone. The pituitary gland
senses a low thyroid hormone level and secretes more TSH to
stimulate the thyroid. This stimulation causes the thyroid to
grow, which may produce a goiter.
Another
common cause of goiter is Graves’ disease. In this case,
one’s immune system produces a protein, called thyroid
stimulating immunoglobulin (TSI). As with TSH, TSI stimulates
the thyroid gland to enlarge producing a goiter. However, TSI
also stimulates the thyroid to make too much thyroid hormone
(causes hyperthyroidism). Since the pituitary senses too much
thyroid hormone, it stops secreting TSH. In spite of this the
thyroid gland continues to grow and make thyroid hormone.
Therefore, Graves’ disease produces a goiter and
hyperthyroidism.
Multinodular
goiters are another common cause of goiters. Individuals with
this disorder have one or more nodules within the gland which
cause thyroid enlargement. This is often detected as a nodular
feeling gland on physical exam. Patients can present with a
single large nodule or with multiple smaller nodules in the
gland when first detected (see Thyroid
Nodule brochure).
Thus, in early stages of a multinodular goiter with many small
nodules, the overall size of the thyroid may not be enlarged
yet. Unlike the other goiters discussed, the cause of this type
of goiter is not well understood.
In
addition to the common causes of goiter, there are many other
less common causes. Some of these are due to genetic defects,
others are related to injury or infections in the thyroid, and
some are due to tumors (both cancerous and benign tumors).
How do you diagnose a Goiter?
As
mentioned earlier, the diagnosis of a goiter is usually made at
the time of a physical examination when an enlargement of the
thyroid is found. However, the presence of a goiter indicates
there is an abnormality of the thyroid gland. Therefore, it is
important to determine the cause of the goiter. As a first
step, you will likely have thyroid function tests to determine
if your thyroid is underactive or overactive (see Thyroid
Function Tests brochure).
Any subsequent tests performed will be dependent upon the
results of the thyroid function tests.
If
the thyroid is diffusely enlarged and you are hyperthyroid,
your doctor will likely proceed with tests to help diagnose
Graves’ Disease (see Graves’
Disease brochure).
If you are hypothyroid, you may have Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis
(see Hypothyroidism
brochure)
and you may get additional blood tests to confirm this
diagnosis. Other tests used to help diagnose the cause of the
goiter may include a radioactive iodine scan, thyroid
ultrasound, or a fine needle aspiration biopsy (see Thyroid
Nodule brochure).
How is a goiter treated?
The
treatment will depend upon the cause of the goiter. If the
goiter was due to a deficiency of iodine in the diet (not
common in the United States), you will be given iodine
supplementation given in preparations to take by mouth. This
will lead to a reduction in the size of the goiter, but often
the goiter will not completely resolve.
If
the goiter is due to Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, and you are
hypothyroid, you will be given thyroid hormone supplement as a
daily pill. This treatment will restore your thyroid hormone
levels to normal, but does not usually make the goiter go
completely away. While the goiter may get smaller, sometimes
there is too much scar tissue in the gland to allow it to get
much smaller. However, thyroid hormone treatment will usually
prevent it from getting any larger. Although appropriate in
some individuals, surgery is usually not routine treatment of
thyroiditis.
If
the goiter is due to hyperthyroidism, the treatment will depend
upon the cause of the hyperthyroidism (see Hyperthyroidism
and Graves’
disease brochures).
For some causes of hyperthyroidism, the treatment may lead to a
disappearance of the goiter. For example, treatment of Graves’
disease with radioactive iodine usually leads to a decrease or
disappearance of the goiter.
Many
goiters, such as the multinodular goiter, are associated with
normal levels of thyroid hormone in the blood. These goiters
usually do not require any specific treatment after the
appropriate diagnosis is made. If no specific treatment is
suggested, you may be warned that you are at risk for becoming
hypothyroid or hyperthyroid in the future. However, if there
are problems associated with the size of the thyroid per se,
such as the goiter getting so large that it constricts the
airway, your doctor may suggest that the goiter be treated by
surgical removal.
Whatever
the cause, it is important to have regular (annual) monitoring
when diagnosed with a goiter.
Further Information
Further
details on this and other thyroid-related topics are available
in the patient information section on the American Thyroid
Association®
website at www.thyroid.org.
Published
in Goiter
Yesterday
in the early evening, I had a heart to heart talk with someone who I
have spoken with several times over the telephone, who works in the
psych department at my health insurance place, and who got me my
original appointment in Vero Beach, at the Behavior Health Clinic.
Last Thursday, I had a very bad reaction to a medicine that the
psychiatrist there who is my doctor now at that place; prescribed for
me. It took painstaking agony and indescribable anxiety om my part
for five days, after nearly dying of a bad reaction to this
anti-psychotic drug he wants me to take, despite my telling him that
I have serious bad reactions, and cannot take antidepressant meds or
pain meds; as both of these have something about their particular
chemistry, that totally wipes out my body and brain, causing
unfathomable hellish reactions. But he is the doctor and he insisted.
I will never again be bullied into taking this. My tongue swelled,
the room grew bright, it was difficult to breathe, and I began to
experience not only a beyond horrible panic attack, but numerous
other symptoms that were beyond unpleasant. When my case manager at
my insurance company called last evening, I leveled with her and
probably told her way too much about my past and how it all fits
together. I told her my problem is a thyroid dysfunction brought
about by electromagnetic activity used by machines that were all
built and put together in an experimental way, and were used to
attempt to cure me of my physical illness that I contracted at a
print shop in early 1977, that later on had become to be known as
AIDS. I am the only person ever totally cured of AIDS. But the side
effect of this, is a damaged thyroid gland. I tried to keep the story
as down to Earth as humanly possible, but I know now it was a mistake
to tell her so much. The insurance company records all that is said s
well, for 'quality assurance', you all have heard that line
yourselves, while calling either your utility company, credit card
comp[any, or your own health system, I would bet dimes to donuts you
have. Whatever happens, I have done all that I can to fight this
problem that I have had ever since Joann and Bill Marney put mer onto
their friend who knew hot shot Steve Marcus, owner of the great Mars
Graphics, in westville, New Jersey. My immediate supervisor there,
Mister Steven John McGinty, always wanted to know why I had such a
fear of women, and I was blocking all the hell that went down all
around me in Atlantic City, back then. When I contacted him in the
autumn of 1996 while I resided at the Somerdale home at Yale and
Harvard Avenue intersection; several miles east of Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania, and Camden, New Jersey; a mile or so east of the Robin
Hill Apartment complex; his wife or some Milituforce enemy, told him
not to contact me ever again. I cannot swear to that as that would be
legal hearsay. But he was so interested in knowing about it and
indeed had wondered ever since the days we worked together at the
Mars print shop in 1977. He was driving a truck and said he was
taking it out of state and would be back the following week. When he
got back, he would get in touch and to quote him, he said, “we will
get together at a diner or something, as I want to hear all about
your problem”. I can still hear him saying this to me over my
telephone on that bright sunny autumn 1996 day, in my new home that
turned into a nightmare from the day I moved into it, and just kept
getting worse. As I said, he never got back, and I tried twice to get
in touch, and was given the run around treatment. I knew what had
happened, the same thing that always happens when I try to tell
anything connected with the great Sarah Krasse Krassle, such as when
I told Dave Roth for th every first time at Medport Diner in the
spring time in 1986, and then all hell broke loose around us with the
local police.
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What happened to
me over the past 13,000 years is not allowed to be told. The great
HALLS WALL simply won't permit it. I am most likely going to be
sacrificed, because the medical community will not allow this
information out, and even are part of a distant future connected plot
and scheme, that only a few billionaires are onto out of the entire
private non governmental sector of the population; are allowed to
know about, such as Trump; explaining how he knew all along about my
MEDICAL TAPE sent to the Copyright Office, back in early 1984 or
maybe the end of 1983, as my memory has been effected to not knowing
whether it was sent before or after, my train trip on the Amtrak
Train, down to Orlando, Florida, when I went to visit my old coworker
and Chief Recording Engineer, at the RPL Sound Recording Studio Labs
in Camden, New Jersey, after he moved down to Florida and opened up a
road side small restaurant; Mister Howard Solomon.
I think I knew
and started putting a lot of this together in the summer and autumn
back in 2009, up in Hammonton, New Jersey, while kidnapped under
Stockholm Syndrome, by the King family, Dawn-Marie and Ann. Things
that happened with their relatives down at the harbor, funny funny
funny Mister Microsoft prompt, no, the HARBOR, oh they do it whether
I capitalize or not, adding in a prompt option for hitting the ENTER
KEY, to make it harborFIELDS, such as in this example. No detention
centers, and no high schools out of state, but plenty of recurring
nightmares, towel seepage, and hyperspace equation. Then I come down
to Florida with dirty hands, at least in the opinion of distant
cousin David and his great rapper pal Darius Evans, to view them on
YOUTUBE, go there, and click the search area and type, Deezy Slim. He
has really cool stuff up there, if you like that type of music, and
most do. Who am I but some dumb ass has been old-fogey who needs to
be taken out and turned into bright cherry red bloody washcloths, all
surgically removed over at Chill-Moe Tom Reale's Cornwall Avenue
place, now sold to the great ACMUA, or Atlantic City Municipal
Utilities Authority. Let me type in on Google and try to get to their
website, and I am blocked somehow. WOW, does it get a whole lot
mother fuckiGN better than this, because if so, I'd greatly Donna
Gaines and Angela Central Park appreciate it, if you'd spare the
beautiful new gorgeous building up there, but tell me instead, just
where on the dam net I can go where blogs get better than
this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah; old outdated pitiful fucking me; huh Adam
Central Pier Mailmen? No such word anymore accepted, like
old-fogey. The world has really gone to mother fucking
hell in a hand basket at light speed squared, Sarah and Albert, and
anyone else; huh CUZZ CLEAN and CUZZ SUPERWEALTHY???????????????????
“That's
just reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”. “That's just
reality, son”. “That's just reality, son”.
Holy astral
tennis games Diana, when will you ever come around? In hyperspace, I
see you so often, flashing so close to me, even feeling your lovely
currents. I love you so much lightning. Why do you forsake me,
precious girl????????????????????????????????????
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BLOGGER
ASKS ME, ''You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of
super glue and olive pits''?
My
response was: An angry mother.
Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry to sound so dam
negative, beautiful Twinbay of E.H. Township, NJUSAESMWG, YO!!!
There
is absolutely nothing funny about my mother fucking life, OR MY GOD
DAM MURDER, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, MA'AM,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEADS WILL ROLL AFTER I AM DEAD, SHERIFF K.M.
I
HAPPEN TO THINK THIS HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE YOU ALL CALL LIFE, STINKS AND
SUCKS. IF YOU ARE HAPPY, WELL, THEN I AM HAPPY FOR YOU. SEE, I AM NOT
SUCH A HORRIBLE ROTTEN GUY, YO!
PHOTO
IS COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG, AND CHANNEL 12 SOUTH FLORIDA
TELEVISION.
HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
40
My
life is one big fat ass fucking hell.
APRIL
7, 2015,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 12:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 84 DEGREES.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF
APRIL 8, 2015
This is more for my own files than anything else.
Whenever memories fade or go in-between two possible things, such as
what I discussed on recent blogs about whether I sent my music
copyright project, that included the medical disaster, and my
attempts to reduce a weekly ativan dosage from 28 down to 10
milligrams, and my discussing this with a very mysterious lab
technician that was not normally at a particular throat specialists
office; and the memory began to split in so far as much as I began
pondering, was this right before or right after my train trip down to
Orlando, Florida. The train trip was a major incident that lies
in-between this so-called event-split that would follow some type of
interference in the fifth dimension by the ESS, and even more than
this, is all of the stuff that is around what is being pondered
about, that pertains to parts of that train trip. Now before I go on,
I experienced a major situation early this morning that mirror images
this late 1983 verses early 1984 situation where my memory seems to
drop into two absolute possibilities. What happened is suddenly not
remembering an incident correctly about a night at Cifaloglio up in
Jersey while doing security guard duty on the weekends. It involved
Atlantic City, go figure, and the great all mighty radio station down
there by Ex-Mayor Levy's lifeguard tower. Folks, I was super trumped
without knowing it. I thought in 1988 when Sally Starr called the
Mayor's office on my behalf, that I was pretty cool. I am nothing.
These mother fucking entertainment world scum are all in the ESS,
some do not maintain their conscious memory to it, but I promise you,
this is a fact. They all come from the BRIGGBASE, where my distant
cousin is the head dictator of, so to speak. Someone interfered with
time either within the last few hours, or recently, making me totally
forget that it was WAYW-FM of Atlantic City, that I just happened to
tune into on this particular January night in 2009, close to a year
before I left the state forever, but on a tape I was using in my car,
while maintaining my life journal on cassette tape, I was saying how
I was going to leave in the dead of night, from Cifaloglio, and carry
out the plan that eleven months in the future, was meticulously done
verbatim. Suddenly and magically, I was totally unsure whether it was
this radio station where this Mike and Diane Show came on, right
after Mariah Carey was played, her song called, “Gonna' Get Along
without You”, and that crap with Paula and Regis Philbin, and the
politically correct threat stuff came on; copying exactly what I said
recently on a blog, to M.C. I took real major offense to this, and
know it was no coincidence, and my tuning into the station was not
one either. This same technology that is super high advanced from
anything the greatest computer hackers are aware of as of 2015, is
all part of this shit. Long story made extremely short, it is also
how they get me to see ONES ON COUNTERS AND CLOCKS continually and
relentlessly. It drives me mother fuckiGN crazy as god dam
hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But they indeed do have this horrible
fucking ass advanced super high tech,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly, it was as if two realities
were in my past. I was fully convinced that this all happened at
work, yes, but before the great family kidnapped me in late August,
sometime in 2008. How do Type-3-Exploratrons do what they do, many
wonder. I have tried my fucking best to explain how it works, and am
not going to fret and sweat if people are simply not willing or able,
to understand or believe these powerful awesome true realities. But I
also know, that when reality gets effected from shit pulled by ESS,
weather gets nuts as shit, too hot, too cold, super storms, totally
rash and unusual national as well as local weather patterns, and then
on top of all of this shit, events begin to clot like blood on a
healing fucking wound. For example, discussing my plans to drive
south into the night without anything but the clothes on my back, and
eleven months later, this exact reality was destined to fucking
occur, no two ways about it, as if it was sealed with cement on
steroids. Other shit is there as well. For the mother fucker who
recently got a wild message through to me through a series of very
clever back doors that I am totally unsafe to further discuss, or
many might be in grave fuckiGN danger, and myself included; that my
latest music project is not by any means a depiction of my daughter's
singing voice, remember that in 1980, I had super shit to work with.
Up in this so called future of great technology, take me at my word
when I tell you this is all garbage up here. Back in time, I could
sample something such as this telephone conversation, and with a few
little bells and whistles, all the talent of my daughter would be
there, and you would not be able to tell the difference between what
I did and what she did, except for an age difference perhaps. Still,
I was not speaking in recent blogs about the music as proof, but the
opening line which is the only thing real on that song. And yes, I
told 'K' about the note you or your friend, whoever you are, left for
me, Mister Van!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You have some very dangerous fucking friends, Regis,
my advice to you is the same advice I have given to many people who I
care for in this world. Watch over your shoulder, YO. These are very
dangerous fuckiGN people, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel like my comrades to the northeast have let me
down. I hoped they would offer me some asylum from all these
nightmare wicked demonic fucking people. You are one lucky mother
fucker, Mister Snowed-IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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