The Florida
Protocols

Left before dawn. The highway stretched out like a surgical incision across the desert — clean, deliberate, irreversible. Packed the truck with supplements, a cooler full of Monastery of Herbs tinctur...

Texas is a state that forces you to sit with yourself. Twelve hours of flat nothing and your own thoughts. Took my Spiro Lepto capsules at a gas station in Amarillo — 550mg of wormwood, peucedanum, li...

Hit the Florida state line around noon. The air changed — thick, wet, alive. Like breathing through a warm cloth. Found the rental in the Clearwater area, a quiet street with palm trees that looked li...

Initial consultation at the clinic. They looked at my history like archaeologists examining a dig site — layers of damage, each one telling a story the last doctor missed. The dark field microscopy im...

No treatment today — Sunday. Took the dog to the beach at dawn. She chased ghost crabs while I stood in the surf and let the salt water work on joints that feel like they're packed with ground glass. ...

First HBOT session. Climbed into the hyperbaric chamber like entering a submarine — quilted walls, purple ambient lighting, the hiss of pressurization. They sealed the door and I lay there breathing p...

First IV therapy session. The Super Myers cocktail — a proprietary blend of B vitamins, vitamin C, magnesium, calcium, zinc, and CBD — hung from the pole like a bag of liquid amber. They wrote my init...

Woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck made of fatigue. Classic Herxheimer reaction — when the treatment starts killing the pathogens faster than your body can clear the debris. The spirochetes ...

Second HBOT session. The chamber feels less alien now. I've started to appreciate the purple light, the way it makes everything look like you're inside a David Lynch film about healing. Today I brough...

Blood draw day. The nurse with the blue gloves handled the collection with the precision of a sommelier decanting a rare vintage. Red-topped tubes lined up like soldiers. This blood will tell stories ...

Three weeks in. The daily rhythm has established itself: morning supplements (Methylene Blue, Spiro Lepto, RXSI), clinic visits for HBOT or IV therapy, afternoon beach walks with the dog, evening tinc...

The Florida sunsets have become part of the treatment. I'm not being poetic — there's actual science behind circadian rhythm regulation and its effect on immune function. Every evening I stand at the ...

HBOT session number... I've lost count. Somewhere around eight or nine. The chamber has become my confessional, my meditation hall, my reset button. Ninety minutes of pressurized oxygen and silence. T...

Another Super Myers cocktail. The amber fluid catching the clinic's fluorescent light like trapped sunshine. I've started to look forward to these sessions the way some people look forward to their mo...

Thirty days in Florida. The transformation isn't dramatic — it's granular. I sleep better. The joint pain has shifted from a constant scream to an intermittent whisper. My energy comes in longer waves...

There's something almost sacramental about taking Methylene Blue. You measure the dose — that deep indigo liquid, Nano Liposomal 3% USP — and you place it under your tongue and your mouth turns the co...

The dog has become my treatment barometer. When I'm having a bad day — Herxheimer flare, fatigue, joint inflammation — she stays close, pressed against my side like a living heating pad. When I'm havi...

Spent the evening scrolling through my text messages with the treatment team. Every message is a data point — dosage adjustments, scheduling changes, symptom reports, encouragement. 'How are you feeli...

Roughly the midpoint of the Florida stay. Took stock: twenty-plus HBOT sessions, a dozen IV therapies, daily herbal protocols, thousands of milligrams of supplements, gallons of Lactated Ringer's, and...

Longest day of the year. Spent ninety minutes of it in the hyperbaric chamber. There's an irony in spending the day with the most sunlight sealed inside a pressurized metal cylinder. But the oxygen do...

Fireside Pharmacy, Port Richey. The receipt tells a story: prescriptions that support the alternative protocol, supplements that bridge the gap between what insurance recognizes and what actually heal...

Morning ritual: two droppers of Spiro Lepto AO variant under the tongue. Hold for sixty seconds. Swallow. Two droppers of VO variant. Hold. Swallow. The taste is botanical and bitter — wormwood and he...

July. Two months of the Florida Protocol. The changes are undeniable now. I can walk the beach without stopping. The brain fog that had become my constant companion has lifted enough that I can read f...

Watched fireworks from the beach last night. The dog hid under the bed. I stood in the sand and thought about independence — from pain, from misdiagnosis, from a medical system that couldn't see what ...

Last round of blood work before I head home. The numbers tell the story better than I can: inflammation markers down, immune markers stabilizing, the dark field showing a bloodstream that looks like i...

Final HBOT session. I've lost count of the total — somewhere north of thirty. Lay in the chamber one last time, purple light washing over me, oxygen flooding every cell. I've spent more time in this m...

Packing to leave is its own kind of inventory. The supplements that are running low — need to reorder the Spiro Lepto, the RXSI is almost out. The Methylene Blue bottle is half empty, which means it's...

Left Florida at dawn, just like I arrived. The Gulf Coast disappeared in the rearview mirror — a place that gave me back pieces of myself I thought were permanently lost. The truck is lighter on suppl...

Hit the New Mexico state line in the afternoon. The desert looks different when you're not running toward something — it looks like home. Took my Methylene Blue at a rest stop. Blue tongue in the bath...

Pulled into the driveway after dark. Seventy-two days. Two thousand miles each way. Thirty-plus HBOT sessions. A dozen IV therapies. Hundreds of capsules. Gallons of tinctures. One very tired dog. And...