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for her, it gives her something new to talk to.But half an onion in the room with you? I cannot understand how that's supposed to help at all.

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for her, it gives her something new to talk to.But half an onion in the room with you? I cannot understand how that's supposed to help at all.
But half an onion in the room with you? I cannot understand how that's supposed to help at all.
The onion poltiuce - which was warm onion cooked for a long time into a paste- was used in the old days on the chest when you had a bad cough or pneumonia: like an early form of Vicks rub. But these hippies have decided the cure was in the raw fumes, rather than understanding that it was the heat plus steam that did anything to help breathing.I hadn't heard about onion for Covid, but years ago I heard an "old folk remedy" for colds and flu was to put a slice of onion in your sock overnight to draw out the illness.
It seems lots of people think that the soles of the feet have something to do with health and I guess the onion is supposed to be a type of poltiuce.
Not sure how it evolved from wearing the onion to having half of one in the room with you.
Obviously neither would work, but if I really squint I can sort of see where they might think wearing an onion would work. Other things on the skin work to draw out things, and if you wear the onion long enough you'll feel better, so obviously the onion does something!
But half an onion in the room with you? I cannot understand how that's supposed to help at all.
That is the dumbest thing I ever heard. Where you put an onion for its good effects is in your soup. And then you put the soup in your stomach.I hadn't heard about onion for Covid, but years ago I heard an "old folk remedy" for colds and flu was to put a slice of onion in your sock overnight to draw out the illness.
The "cut onion" thing is actually a really dumb superstition.
See, what happens when you leave a cut onion out for a week? Well, it turns all black and nasty with shit growing on it. Where'd that stuff come from? The room it was in, obviously. Now you throw the gross onion away. The room is clean!
Be thankful she just uses vegetables and not real animals, as some traditions say.The "cut onion" thing is actually a really dumb superstition.
See, what happens when you leave a cut onion out for a week? Well, it turns all black and nasty with shit growing on it. Where'd that stuff come from? The room it was in, obviously. Now you throw the gross onion away. The room is clean!
I don't even want to imagine; she throws away so damn much in terms of food and I'm not even remotely vegan, but the idea of an animal being slaughtered and then discarded by a so-called doctor/nutritionist after a couple photos makes me MATI.Be thankful she just uses vegetables and not real animals, as some traditions say.
How do you know it gets thrown out and not 'recycled'? That alleged boyfriend wheeled out pretty fast after she made him that bag cake.I don't even want to imagine; she throws away so damn much in terms of food and I'm not even remotely vegan, but the idea of an animal being slaughtered and then discarded by a so-called doctor/nutritionist after a couple photos makes me MATI.
So basically onions are made out of Nikki Minaj dna?The "cut onion" thing is actually a really dumb superstition.
See, what happens when you leave a cut onion out for a week? Well, it turns all black and nasty with shit growing on it. Where'd that stuff come from? The room it was in, obviously. Now you throw the gross onion away. The room is clean!
All of our cows could use some intensive therapy by good therapists. Sadly, good therapists that know what they are doing and how to deal with reluctant and/or hard to handle cases are hard to come by. There are a lot of shitty therapists out there. A person like Anna could go to therapy for years and never have any of her issues even brought up once by the therapist.Skellie Ginger really could use some therapy rather than being so arrogant thinking she can go through all this with her super knowledge about health and self pity of ailments she caused herself
Since there have been no updates in a while, I checked her @creation_nutrition insta and it's gone. Insta says either the account was removed or the link is broken. I did a search and can't find her. Either she went private or she DFEd again.
She never approves my follow requestsShe's here, back to using annasorganiclife.
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