My greatest discovery yet - why are so many hip joints failing all over the world? Is there a design flaw with the joint or what?
Frank Pio Russo - Sunday January 20, 2019.
I've worked on this problem ever since 2004, when my hip problem first manifested itself. I have tried many different approaches, however I ended-up as bed-ridden for the whole 24 hours of every day, by July 2018. True, I then had a slight recovery when I implemented my new diabetes cure at the start of September 2018, and was then out of bed and walking around again, with the aid of a walking stick!
Having had my medical career destroyed by jealous colleagues at the Institute of Medical and Veterinary Science (IMVS), through being drugged with LSD a number of times, I wrongly ended-up on the books of the 'Mental Health Authority'! Especially in view of the fact that it was my work-place, that told the hospital that I was sick and should be placed on powerful and addictive antipsychotics! The reason being that I was a sort of dissident in a slight way, having refused to share my then discovery ideas with the Clinical Chemistry Division of the IMVS, and then having asked my friend "T Ray Osborn" to convene a meeting of the "Technical and Research Committee" of the University of Adelaide, so that I could share my discovery ideas with them instead! My argument at the time revolved around the fact that none of the research being done at the IMVS, had any merit at all! As all those morally bankrupt and hopeless scientists there, only seemed to be interested in 'sleeping' and 'carrying on' with each other!
So virtually, it was as if I was residing in the old USSR, where most dissidents were placed on horrible mental drugs! I sued that horrible place for discrimination and victimization, and after securing my super, left the place. Now as mentioned elsewhere, in 2002 Dr Josie Pyle - (my then GP) - worked out that I had no heartbeat, and had me hospitalized, with the help of maybe "Simon Hein" and 3 other psychiatrists! I managed to escape all their experimental drugs, by appealing to the Democrats on the hospital payphone.
However, I was constantly pursued and hassled by all sorts of spies that made my existence a living hell! By 2004 I'd had enough of it all... all those bastards wanted was to do was to "steal my discoveries and then flush me down the toilet"! I recall telling - (senior hospital scientist) - Stan Sobecki, that I would rather sacrifice myself then let any of those bastards steal my discoveries! Now I was not the type that would commit suicide, however I decided to starve myself on the pretence that I was to exist on absorbed light only , rather than food!
So all I could do was curse that 'dishonest Johnny' who was moving many departments against me, such as Social Security! I wished he'd stayed up George Bush's arse permanently, like the famous cartoon had showed, and felt no compassion when his wife developed a heart condition of some sort! Also at that time, my friend Ray Osborn used to often catch a ride with the Governor (Betty "something" - or 'Lithgow Flash' as she was known), to the Leukaemia Research Charity or something, and used to often whisper things in her ear. He told me that those bastard MI6 that were constantly after me, and spoke with the Queen's diction, did nothing at all without the queen's say-so or orders! Well there went another curse of mine! But the strongest and most hateful curse was reserved for John the 23rd! The reason being that I was being persecuted by everybody, but the worst offender was Telstra - who was constantly stressing me out with these massive bogus bills, which they demanded to be paid for! When I actually had no phone having disconnected it myself a long time earlier! Of course I knew their CEO was Polish just like the Pope! And I recall telling another Polish person - Sobecki again - that not long after I cursed the Pope, he actually died!
Well anyway getting back on topic, I weigh something like about 122 kilos having a big muscular frame, and yet in 2004 to early 2005, I got right down to slightly over 70 kilos! All I was, was skin and bones, and I had a very tiny fall from a ladder... only from a few rungs up, and eventually - no-doubt from the malnutrition - I developed strong hip pain. Then 2 spies - who supposedly were Telstra employees - came to look at next door's phone, and then wanted to re-install my phone... I of course could not stop from abusing the bastards and telling them where to go! They responded by telling me that if I abused them any further, they'd call the Commonwealth Police on me! I replied... "As far as I am concerned you are the bloody Commonwealth Police!"... Well they left and all these policemen came to rattle my windows and doors, and I didn't make a noise at all inside! Eventually I was ambushed by about a dozen policemen and one policewoman, from the Norwood Police Station, and they put these incredibly tiny handcuffs on me behind my back, with which they came very close to breaking my wrists! Now the reason I'm recounting all of this, is because all those bastards, in the bogus spy hospital I ended-up in, for a second time, were only interested in pumping me with horrible experimental drugs! So much so that they turned me temporarily both blind and deaf... and one female spy was actually crying about my then condition! NONE OF THOSE BASTARDS GAVE TWO HOOTS ABOUT MY BADLY HURTING HIP! MAY ALL THOSE RESPONSIBLE BASTARDS, END-UP PERMANENTLY IN THE GRAVE WITH NO RESURRECTION!
Months went by with my hip in constant agony! I could take no more 'punishment', and cried out aloud to the Force, by the only name I then Knew! I yelled out "Go! Go! Go! Yahweh... smash them to smithereens! Hit them like a trillion ton tuck! London would be nice!" Well that was the night of July 6th or 7th in 2005, and all I remember was the pale and scared faces, on those bastard MI6 spies the next day! They were totally petrified as the Force answered my prayer, and devastated their capital by using Jehadi-terroriststs. Now whereas the bastards had kept me in there for months, arrangements were quickly made to have me discharged out of the hospital and to go back home! GOOD OLD SYNCHRONICITY TO THE RESCUE!
Well once home, I started to look after my severely hurting hip. Firstly I had it x-rayed, and received the provisional diagnosis of "Avascular Necrosis", and secondly as the pain was constant and unbearable for the whole 24 hours of every day, I began taking many supplements. Well the nutritional approach worked quite well in alleviating a great deal of the intense pain. However those fake mental health people still retained their hooks into me, by demanding that I had regular injections of 'long-life' tranquillizer drugs! Now to me it was vey puzzling because it was my ex-wife that had always been mentally ill, yet nobody ever cared to make sure that she was properly medicated! Whilst the bastards were constantly on my back for their ulterior spy reasons! Well that injection I was receiving was accelerating the demise of my joints a great deal - including my bad hip! Eventually I ended-up on tablets, and more recently... in the early part of the last year, when my psychiatrist read my history about my time at the IMVS - and recalled that I was only ever ill for very short intervals - he concluded that I'd been poisoned with LSD a number of times - just like I had suspected! In other words I was sick only whilst the organic offending substance, was still in my body!
Now of course, if I were to come-up with the correct cure or therapy for my hip, those offending drugs were no longer there to mask or 'colour' any effect. Let me now list the 11 or so minutes video, that shows most of the supplements I've been using for my hip:
> joint remedies (Video)
Naturally, all these supplements have been a great help... furthermore I also find that a large amount of good coffee helps a great deal! My coffee machine packed up earlier in the week, and my GP saw me struggling a fair bit last Friday!
Having given you all of the background information on the history of my hip pain, I will now divulge how one must proceed to heal such a joint! Now sure, obviously the malnutrition and the slight tiny fall would have contributed somewhat! However I now know the real cause of the problem! Yes in those years following my stopping of Chlorpromazine in round about 2002, my libido was fully restored! Now I've never hidden the fact that in those few years that I was off tranquillizers, I did masturbate... however I've never had feelings of any sexual kind, toward any teen or child. If that stupid blackmailer from yesterday - claiming to be from Equatorial Guinea - had had any real evidence of such a matter, I'm sure he would have pursued it, instead of making a big deal of masturbation, which just about everybody does sometime. (Anyway whilst we're dealing with this side-issue, I haven't actually had any sex for over 30 years! The reason being, that I did not want to pass my special hormones to just anybody! It would have to be somebody very special as - who knows? - maybe the woman may become physiologically special too - like me!)
Now I'm convinced that the hip joint got damaged through the intense and pronounced arching of the back, whilst masturbating, such that the joint would have swivelled far beyond its normal range of movement! Now the reason why the problem has never healed, is because I have had a special theory about laying in bed, parallel to the orbital movement of the earth. Furthermore I have seriously believed that for 'cosmic' energy lines to be able to flow through my body, I had to lay flat without placing my head high up on a pillow of some sort! Obviously this can easily mean one could fall out of the bed, not knowing where the head is positioned in relation to the bed all the time!
Now getting to the real crux of the matter, just like our arms do not straighten out completely, but retain a slight curvature, likewise our thighs and legs should not go beyond the tolerance that the hip joint has been designed with! Hence I've experimented for most of the day by using a nice pillow! For the first time in many years, I've found that whereas I usually get into bed feeling somewhat okay, and get out as a total cripple - for the first time in many, many years, I actually improved greatly by my bed-rest using the pillow for the first time in many years!
By using the pillow under the head and neck, one increases the deviation of the leg or thigh, from the upper body's projected normal standing vertical... this reduces a lot of the strain and wear and tear of the hip joint! This was the missing key factor, that together with the Rolls-Royce nutrition I've been supplying to my body, greatly helps in allowing the hip joint to recover fully, without one experiencing any further pain at all!
Finally in conclusion, I think I've pulled off another truly great medical discovery, and I hope that most of my teachers at the "Scuola Media Giosue' Carducci" in Montesarchio, will one day be proud of me! They showed great trust in me, in giving me a vote of "9 " for "Scientific Observations in Natural Sciences", and claimed that the only reason they hadn't given me a 10 was because they reserved that vote only for God!
Frank Pio Russo.