My name is Ann Rook. I am an MCS person, aged 47.

Before the age of 40 I had perfect health. At the time of my becoming sick my home suburb was sprayed repeatedly aerially to kill Painted Apple Moth.

Efforts by the NZ Government to publicly disclose the contents of the spray formula were blocked by the manufacturer, but it was provided to health authorities and an independent toxicologist for scrutiny.

Meanwhile the Ombudsman reported "Officials in charge of aerial spraying campaigns in Auckland and Hamilton failed to pay enough attention to their effects on public health".

I had been unable to avoid being covered in the spray and had become very tired. I was at the time working hard physically. At which point in time I was bitten by a grumpy cat and given a Tetanus vaccination which contained the preservative Thimerasol.

The wheels fell of my health. I developed for a short time what they call "Suicide Headaches". As soon as these stopped I developed (and have to this day) inflamed ribs. Followed by 6 months of hyperventilation. Unknowingly I was going through the process of becoming permanently "switched on" to chemicals. The final and permanent health reaction I have on exposure to chemicals is chronic insomnia.

During several excrutiating years of lack of sleep I became chronically fatiqued. I had my amalgam fillings removed unsafely which exacerbated things. My hormones became permanently burned out and my thyroid will never function properly again. As a result I have developed early onset arthritis. I have a slight head tremor. After years of lack of sleep I get tongue tied.

Can I get any compensation? - big fat No and I have expensive non-claimable items to be purchased for the rest of my life. Not so easy to make money when you can't go into the "Chemical" World and must only ever work from home. Now I teach people how to groom dogs and I operate a small chemical free Bed and Breakfast.

In 2009 an Holistic Registered Medical Practitioner asked me to detail my health history to him. I didn't want to repeat my story because to do so usually resulted in Doctors prescribing sleeping pills and anti-depressants (which in the early stages of my illness I pretty soon learned not to ever take because of nasty reactions) to the chemicals in the drugs. Anyway the outcome was a positive test result showing high mercury in my body.

At the end of the day I only know I was once obscenely healthy, got sprayed and had a vaccine then my previous life ended forever. I cannot now bear to look at my own wedding photos. I can't even have my hair the same colour as I have to use henna now. I believe the moth spraying and the mercury poisoning worked synergistically to turn me into who I am today.

Preservative in food & the likes of MSG prevent any sleep for a night. Airborne droplets of chemical spray prevent sleep - this includes herbicide, pesticide & bactericide. Strangely I am OK now with perfume.

The chemical exposure I most fear because not only do I stop sleeping but in addition I also suffer from violent fitting from the neck down is the exposure to wall mounted automated cans of insecticide - YES even the ones with the cute little boy & the dog advertising how safe the product is.

Much research on my own part has given me answers as to why when the product is touted as being safe does it still get released for sale. Greater Boston Physicians for Social Responsibility, one of the only independent bodies of medical advisors to be recognised by the US Senate have identified that current methods of dose selection for pesticide regulatory testing purposes need to be re-examined. This is clearly the case when it comes to automated cans of insecticide approved for sale as supposedly "safe" when so many chemically sensitive people's reactions clearly demonstrate this is not the case.

There can be a cocktail of nasty additional chemicals in these cans apart from those "safe" ones named.

The worst part for me is knowing that the foetus is extremely sensitive at certain times during pregnancy to pesticide and yet plenty of young Mothers remain ignorant. I watch through windows in horror as many a young female cafe worker (of child bearing age) carries on their work beside these automated cans of insecticide.

There are other safe products one can purchase to eradicate flies it is just a case of Googling.

I live a life now where friends are few. It is pretty darned inconvenient having a chemically sensitive friend. I can only do restaurant food at my peril inspite of asking for information on what is in food. I most often cannot go into shops, restaurants, cafes, petrol stations or homes because many have these wall mounted cans of insecticide operating. The spray that circulates throughout premises does so extremely efficiently. Even holidays are fraught with the need to ask plenty of (chemical) questions in advance.

NZ Food laws clearly state pesticide is not allowed to land on food and sprayed dead pests landing on food is a No No. Screens and grilles are meant to be used in commercial food retail outlets and kitchens.

I would not be surprised having read up on the Food Laws in NZ and then tried to actively get something done to remove wall mounted cans of insecticide from food outlets by complaining to Food Safety if their true thoughts on the matter (having blocked my complaint) were simply that too many food outlets now use cans of insecticide so they turn a blind eye.

Now I take Progesterone, Thyroid medicine and a large dose of magnesium every day AND get acupuncture for the pain of my arthritis to have a quasi normal life. However, it just takes an ounce of stress, chemical or the likes of having a mammogram to upset my body and then it takes weeks to stabilise.

Years ago I made preliminary plans to commit suicide and ended up speaking to a lady undertaker. On hearing why I was wanting to put an end to things she told me the story of a friend of hers, a man who had lived in my suburb, in the spray zone. He had the symptoms I too experienced and couldn't find a Doctor in NZ to help him. He returned to his home country and eventually killed himself.

I didn't go through with my plan and discovered with time the only tools at my disposal to survive are called Hope and Humour. I would like to hope that if anyone is sick and they read this story they might start understanding their condition a bit better. They might derive some hope and I also hope they can laugh still inspite of all. adult webcams live cam porn webcam girls