This is from a study that I previously missed:
Hormonal response following a minor physiological stress induced by bleeding in a blood donor clinic was investigated in 134 humans with different blood groups. After venisection, serum cortisol concentration (mean +/- SD) was found highest in blood group A donors (455 +/- 217 nmol/L), followed by group B (364 +/- 206), AB (325 +/- 154) and O (297 +/- 110). In 14 subjects of blood group A compared to an equal number of blood group B subjects, mean plasma adrenaline level was higher in group A (0.23 +/- 0.09 nmol/L) than in group B (0.15 +/- 0.12) but the difference was not statistically significant. Blood group A individuals responded to a stressful situation with higher levels of cortisol, and possibly of adrenaline. These observations tend to support findings of previous studies demonstrating a high risk of diseases related to stress (coronary heart diseases and gastrointestinal diseases), in men with A blood group.
Cortisol and catecholamines response to venisection by humans with different blood groups
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A negative Female – I’m presently a conundrum for my doc. In lab work done for other reasons, my cortisol levels were high, as was my calcium. I endured some late-night cortisol saliva tests with subsequent early morning blood draws (no fun, those) They can’t seem to figure out why. I suspect parathyroid issues. I’m being monitored and blood draws done every 3 months.
Heavens, l hurt just reading that, what spurred you into undergoing such tests in the first place? Were you ill, in pain, or under mental stress? Or perhaps pre-empting a parental problem from the genetic past? I wish you well, whatever the finals are!
Hi Jeanette,
Thanks for the well-wishes! The high calcium and cortisol levels just showed up on routine blood-work I had done for my annual physical. My doc sent me to an endocrinologist to investigate. The high levels still persist for unknown reasons, and the monitoring continues.
Bless you, try not to imagine the worst. I never go near doctors anymore, l’ve nearly died too many times when l.let the loose on me. Being immune deficiency condition as well as Rhesus Neg, has afforded me a lifetime of weird NDEs and divine intervention. It’s the only reason l am still alive today, not tests, results, or treatments. I’ve had dangerous BP levels since 1996, and l can’t risk medications at all. My last reading was 237over 136 with 97 pulse. I’ve told only one person, and no doctors. I’m old, l have to die eventually, we all do. I know God is real. Heaven too. And when He chooses, then l go. I’m scared like everyone, of how l’ll longer living all alone, but l’ve trusted God since l was seven, for 70 years He’s never let me down. I’m not about to distrust Him on the final lap. But you should please stop letting tests take over, fear of fear is addictive, and it kills faster than ignorance. You relax, keep active, and eat wisely. Above all, think positive thoughts, smile, and trust your maker, He’s waiting for your call😉
Addendum… correction: Linger
I FOUND the Max Spiers video about the Rh negative blood groups!!!
Hopefully the link will work:
https://youtu.be/oqQOVz5FG6o
Did you read my request for people wanting to comment?
Thank you Jeanette! Wow, your list of your lifetime of weird NDEs, divine intervention and BP issues is fascinating and scary! I am fortunate, my BP, pulse and body temp are very low. I had to laugh about your approach to doctors! Believe me, the Drs were/are more concerned about my levels than I am. I actually haven’t been back, and haven’t followed up for more “specialized” testing. I’m not afraid, haven’t been of Covid, either. I too, trust in God, and have to also say He has provided me answers/solutions every time I’ve asked, and that’s not very many. I don’t ask for stupid things like winning the lottery etc. I’ve asked for healing for my son when he was accidently hit in the head with a golf club by a neighbor’s kid right by his eye – actually it fractured his eye socket in four places and the ice-cream cone-shaped bone behind the eye socket. He had to have ocular plastic surgery – special behind the eye surgery. Only 2 surgeons in the mid-west, and one of them practiced 10 miles of us. He recovered so well, no loss of sight, no residual damage or surgeries needed, just a mysterious-looking scar in the crease by his eye. Two inches lower and he wouldn’t be here, about to present us with our first grandchild. Again, thanks for your response, and sharing, it’s one of my favorite things about this forum! 🙂
I’m so glad your son is ok, and his surgery went well. The scar is his memento, a reminder of how blessed he is, that God heard your prayer. And now to be a dad, how wonderful for you both, the best gift in the world, a human life. I’ve no doubt you’ll be an absolute super gran, l bet you’ve already thanked your daughter-in-law for her special gift into your family. My second mum-in-law actually thanked me privately, which made it very special. For giving her, her secret wish, a child for her son. We were both 38 by then, my five were grown up, so God was giving me a bonus sixth child, and grinning at my shock, and him his first natural child after two adoptions with his first wife. If l really wrote all the weird and wonderful l’ve experienced, it would be a tome. Telling the truth on paranormal and miraculous is only believed by the already converted by their own strange experiences, or totally assaulted by atheists, or zealots. There’s no halfway house with paranormal truths. I’d intended to write that book, but life denied me the opportunity and instead, gave me opportunities to share one by one, with individuals enmeshed in frightening or lonely events. I like to think by sharing, God is able to reach through to the person who needs answers through my words. It’s strange how He works, l never know when it’s going to happen, l’ll answer the door, bump into someone on the street, see someone in passing, take a phone call, and suddenly l’ve got all these words coming out of me, to them, and they cry, and it answers the pain they’re carrying. And they can’t believe l know so much about them. I don’t, l’m being given it as l speak. It’s new to me as well. It’s true what Jesus said to the disciple who asked him, “what do we say lord, how do we spread the truth?” When Jesus answered, “do not worry about what to say, your Father in Heaven will give you the words, when you need them!” He does. He really really does! First time it happened to me, it shook me too, not just the recipient. I’d had ghosts, premonitions, but never been told to intercede in people’s lives before. This handsome young Adonis knocked my four in 1975, just eighteen, l was thirty, a mum of five. He was selling double glazing. I instantly said, without knowing l would say it, “Why are you selling double glazing, when you want to be in the Navy?” And he burst into tears, on my step. And l was told without words, to bring him in. That made the gossip’s day l can tell you. “How did you know!” He was saying, he was so shaken. We talked, about his mum’s fears for him, her refusal to let him go, and his longing to serve. And how he must respect her fears. An hour later he left a very different young man, able to choose, respect his mum’s fears, and take control of his own life gently. And more especially, knowing the universe had heard his tears, fears, and dreams, and told me to tell him, to join the navy. I was in shock myself when he left. And so honoured, that God gave me a very special gift, and now called on me to use it. Not just receive it. It’s truly amazing. Anyway, you stay safe. Kiss that little baby for me. I love babies. For them l’d fight the dragon.
Jeanette, I love the way you write! By chance are you from England or Canada? I’d love to communicate with you further via email. I know we’re not supposed to post our emails on this forum. I don’t have any social media accounts, never had so I’m not sure how that goes. Any suggestions?
Valerie, l just found your last message, it 8am Friday, here in the UK. thank you for your kind words. I used to have all the accounts as they first started up online, like Facebook, and the rest, l even got to add all my school’s when Friends Reunited started. I ran four websites in total too, dating back to 1998 onward, with four discussion forums. One for people over fifty. One for partners and parents of Asperger’s, like myself, the first in England UK. I’m English with Irish blood via mum. I also share Basque, French, German, Scots, Welsh, genetic lines as well. I used to be a trade and industry writer in the late seventies, early eighties for my local paper. I went to them asking the editor if l could be a village correspondent, and he set me a thousand word test for delivery by 5pm that day, giving me four hours. No computers then, just Shanke’s Pony ( on the hoof) by foot, and a portable typewriter, with Tipex! You counted words yourself. I drove the five miles home and saw a man opening his cottage selling diamond etched designs on glass objects. So l shared my dilemma, he let me interview him. I did, wrote the thousand words, drove back to town, handed in my thousand words iat the paper, at ten to five, got back home, phone was ringing as l walked in. “Jeanette, l’m the silent guy who sat in with the news editor on your interview, l’m the trade editor. I’d like to offer you a job as my trade and industry writer. I was stunned, elated, terrified, “I don’t know a thing about trade and industry, l’m just a mum of five (true then) “Oh Jeanette, l think you’ll learn very fast!” I did. But did he know who pulled my chain to teach me;-) ? I’ve written plays, books, poetry since then, all stored with me wherever l may live, across 55 home moves with my bizarre life, and alcoholic husband and Asperger husband. None of it oublished. No time caring for my lot. Somehow,my chance to publish never came. I’m currently deciding when to shred them all. Because when l die, they’ll be tossed anyway. My six autistically affected children have no ability to care, or read, let alone inherit them. So l cry a bit destroying my creations. Especially the poetry. But when age, finance and health deteriorate your ability to carry on with dreams, you stop. My test was helping others, not myself. As for staying in touch, l’m moved that you’d like to, and l’m sure some lovely people your own age would grab your hand in friendship, but one day soon l’ll not respond to anyone, and hurt their feelings, and that’s just cruel. So l thank you, but must continue chat in here. Bless you for your kind words. Maybe you could find a discussion forum like the sort l ran, and friendships can grow from thee. I’ve got one member l mothered, started as an angry young lady, still in touch since 1998 and still calls me Mummy JJ. We unofficially adopted one another, we’ve met, for a week , l stayed with her family if six. They’re all grown now, she’s a gran, no longer the angry kid l met online, winding up my members, and l had to bring her down to earth with a bump. Talk about stroppy! If you’d said she’s the one who’d still be in my life today, l’d have smiled much much earlier, at God’s persistence. She’s had a similar life to me, all her kids have shades of Asperger’s. We text often, and l know she’ll cry when l die. I don’t want anyone else to. You are worthy of a friend face on, it’s not easy being a people person just online. Stay safe my newest friend. I could have written a book about my online life, and four different types of friendships via an Asperger site, an over fifties friendship site, a paranormal ghosts and premonitions site, and a UFO site. I ran them all, and met truly fascinating people. I’m in a blood site because l’m Anti-D and it’s almost killed me many times. And l wanted answers on my children. I got them here, via links kindly shared in news updates. It’s helped me find the truth, and stop blaming myself for my children’s unusual behaviours. For that, l’m immensely grateful to its owner. I know now the Anti-D shots caused it all, before they were born. I can due in peace. It’s all l joined for. I will add, l lived in the loM for four years in the nineties, before the internet started in UK. In a cafe my husband (who turned out to be Asperger too) and l were trying to debate the faulty vaccine my kids had as well, in 1989. A couple nearby intruded, apologetically. Turned out they had a son, born sixties, damaged by same jab all mine had too. So, l know mine got a double whammy. Their son got compensation, and they set up his care plans, to continue after they had died. God made sure they say next to me that day, like he made sure l joined this forum. To find my answers.