Hand Sanitisers Can Still Kill You

Dr Vernon Coleman

Here is part of the script of another video which the thoroughly evil YouTube considers too dangerous for public consumption. This one was first broadcast early in July 2020. It is clearly feared by the wicked 7-year-old censors at YouTube that my entirely accurate advice about hand sanitisers could bring down governments across the world. `Oh no, help, heís telling the truth about sanitisers now!í You have to feel sorry for the idiots at YouTube, donít you? I wonder if, when they were young and full of ideals, they realised that one day they would be working for a fascist organisation which is intent on destroying the world. I hope they feel that their million pound salaries compensate them for their lost integrity.

I tottered to the shops today.

And what a sad, depressing experience it was.

The ambitious new world leaders, led by the Myra Hindley and Ian Brady Foundation, Josef Stalinís Academy for the Weak Spirited and the Mao Tse Tung school of obedience have destroyed the High Street.

Small shops were already suffering Ė destroyed by a combination of the internet, charity shops and obscenely high local taxes Ė but now the shops are on the ward where everyone walks on tip toes and whispers. The sort of ward where, in the old days, youíd be as likely to see a priest, a vicar, a rabbi or an imam as you would to see a doctor or a nurse. These days, of course, the men and women of religion are all hiding in the cupboard under their stairs, shivering with fright.

There werenít many people buying anything. Shopping has become a miserable experience. The charity shops were all shut so I took a pile of DVDs to an establishment which would have been called a junk shop in the old days but which is probably a curio specialist or an antique dealer now. The woman behind the counter seemed pleased enough.

Not many people were wearing masks and I was pleased to see that most people seemed to be happily ignoring the rules about social distancing.

But there were some terrified souls about. There were a couple of young families, all masked up, with even tiny tots wearing masks, and one or two older folk were wearing masks too. Half of them were, I noticed, wearing their masks over their mouths but not their noses which made the effort pretty pointless, of course. One middle aged couple were wearing masks, yellow rubber washing up gloves and hats to which theyíd sewn material so that their necks were covered. I wish I were making this up. Honestly, I wish I were making it up. I bet theyíd blocked their back door keyhole so that the bug couldnít get in that way.

They looked so truly pathetic that I felt sorry for them and I was filled with anger for the people who have been busy promoting the fear.

In one establishment I was asked to take a photograph of one of those funny squiggly black and white things on my phone and to download an app so that they could make a record of all my details. I showed them the old phone which I carry with me. It was built in the 1990s and it doesnít have a camera. Itíll only just about make and receive calls.

`Oh, thatís alright, sir,í said the bloke at the door, looking rather sorry for me. `Just write your name, address and phone number on a piece of paper and leave it with us.í He pointed to some scraps of paper and a cheap pen.

I thought that was fine. I donít mind anyone knowing that my name is B.Johnson, that I live at 10 Acacia Avenue in Milton Keynes and that I happen to have the same telephone number as Buckingham Palace. Three days ago I was D.Crockett of The Alamo, Texas. Sometimes Iím Dr John Holliday of the OK Corral. If my very good lady and I go out together we are Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow and we are moving about a good deal so canít give a permanent address.

`Are you any relation to Davy Crockett?í asked a youth, the last time I was D.Crockett. I said he was my great grandfather and that Iíd still got his coonskin cap in a drawer at home.

You mustnít do this, of course. It might be naughty. Iím in so much trouble it no longer makes any difference.

Oh, and before you think I might get found out by my credit card - I always pay cash. If they wonít take cash I donít buy.

As I wandered around the shops I couldnít help noticing that there was a lot of sanitiser around. Every time I went into a shop I was invited to try their sanitiser. It was like passing the perfume counter in a department store. Would you like to try this after shave? A squirt here and a little squirt there. Visit six shops and youíd have had six squirts of sanitiser. I said no thanks and marched past them and no one ran after me. The few customers who were around couldnít buy anything because they were all constantly trying to wipe the goo off their hands. When youíve used six lots of sanitiser the layers of stickiness must take hours to remove. The ones doing social distancing looked very strange as they rubbed their hands and dodged first to the left and then to the right and then back again. My level of social distancing is to try to avoid bumping into people.

What none of these shoppers knew is that there is evidence that it isnít just masks which can kill people. Sanitisers can be deadly too.

In America, the FDA has warned of a sharp increase in the number of hand sanitiser products that are labelled to contain ethanol but which actually contain methanol Ė which can be toxic when absorbed through the skin and can be life threatening if swallowed. So some hand sanitisers can cause nausea, vomiting, headache, blurred vision, permanent blindness, seizures, coma, permanent damage to the nervous system or the ultimate side effect Ė death. Thatís the type of death that you only get once. If repeatedly used as a hand rub, skin absorption can cause chronic toxicity and sight damage.

A paper I have seen in `Infectious Diseases Consultantí confirms the danger. And there is a two year old paper in the International Journal of Environmental Research and Public Health entitled `Methanol as an unlisted ingredient in supposedly alcohol based hand rubs can pose serious health riskí.

Itís nigh on impossible to know which sanitisers are deadly because some of them are mislabelled. And besides, when a shop insists that you use their hand sanitiser are you really going to try to read the label? Even if itís got a label. They probably got the stuff from a bloke who usually does their drains and bought a supply from a mate on the market who knows someone in China. You could use some sanitising gels to strip paint.

If a shop assistant ever does run after me demanding that I use their store sanitiser I shall simply say that I have a skin allergy and that Iíll develop a serious rash and possibly go into anaphylactic shock if I succumb to their blandishments.

`I have two lawsuits outstanding against retail establishments,í Iíll point out regretfully. `But if you insist on taking the risk, could I have your name first?í

Iíll lay decent odds theyíll suddenly decide I donít need to use the goo after all.

Copyright Vernon Coleman July 9th 2020 and January 2022

Vernon Colemanís books on medicine include `How to stop your doctor killing youí and `Colemanís Lawsí Ė both of which are available on Amazon as paperbacks and eBooks.