Mushrooms do have antibiotic properties and when you mix them with one single antibiotic (I know amox and penn work) they will amplify that shit like you wouldn't believe possible. When I had the root canal infection, I finally sought antibiotics (the dentist who diagnosed the issue didn't give me any, nor did the oral surgeon he referred me to). So anyway, about 2 weeks into taking them, I thought they must be doing what they should. I decided to take bath and do some shrooms, I love the visuals when I'm in water, so..... anyway. I'm laying there waiting for the show to start, and fuck, literally foamy puss starts raining down from the entire roof of my mouth, it felt like peroxide bubbles surrounding that infected root canal. My husband came home from work, sober, I got a flashlight and showed him, he saw it too. (just so you don't think I was imagining shit).
For all the faith you have in doctors, this fucking dentist pulled the tooth next to that infected root canal (the most brutal tooth extraction I ever experienced, I literally came home in shock, blubbered uncontrollably for hours) but he knew what he was doing, when he pulled that tooth, he opened the floodgates of hell, he stitched it up, sent me home.. Three days later I was in the ER because my gum actually became so swollen, it folded over on itself. So, knowing how antibiotics work, when I was running out, I called his office, I wanted him to confirm the infection was gone, otherwise, I knew better than to run out of antibiotics, the shit would be far worse and possibly become antibiotic resistant. His office told me upfront, he would not prescribe me more antibiotics.
Another bad experience I had. After having my first child, I lost all the baby weight in two weeks, somewhere about (as I recall two months) later, I started noticing I was getting a jelly belly. Out of nowhere, blood literally exploded out from between my legs, there was a large blood clot on the floor that looked like jello. I was 18, I thought, well okay, I guess whatever that was is over, my boyfriend and I went to his sisters to go swimming. I wasn;t there five minutes and wham, another explosion. His sister was horrified, she said we had to go to the ER ASAP, so, me wearing a jean skirt and bright white tennis shoes, now stained with blood and legs to match, we go to the ER. I'm standing there waiting to be seen and fuck I barely made it to the bathroom, another explosion.
My boyfriend said when the janitor went in there to clean it up (I didn't make it to the toilet) he was hollering if somebody had a baby in there or what? So, the doctor they give me looks barely older than me, he tells me I have a cyst on my ovaries and this will happen every month till I have it removed, No x-ray, no exam, nothing. I looked like death warmed over from losing so much blood. Sends me home, no iron, no vitamins, just tells me to scedule a checkup with the clinic as soon as possible. Well they didn't have an opening for two months, so, for two months, I barely ate, I was too tired, I would wake, feed the baby, go right back to sleep. When I finally reached my appointment day, the doctor took one look at me, told me to sit down and asked me what the hell happened to me, I told him, OMG, he started cussing, they should have given you this, and done this, you could have died, So, I went home from there with all kind of shit I had to take, it was about a year before I had any strength, or color in my cheeks. I was severely underweight at this point.
So anyway, I was talking to my friends mom who is a nurse, I told her what happened. She starts cussing, those SOBs, that doctor who delivered that baby didn't get all the placenta out, that was causing me to hemorrhage, I very easily could have died.
Trust me, I wont get cancer, I do to much preventative shit, it won't happen.