At this point in our lovley western civilisations, having gotten used to doctors, we have come to realise that medicins are often full of rubbish ingredients which are bad for our health. We have come to accept that doctors are not the only people that can heal us, alternative medicine of all sorts is getting more and more popular and is producing results. But why do we keep on going to the doctors when in fact we can heal our self? Or can we?
Not so long ago our housekeepers daughter caught the flu. The house keeper is near sixty years old and her daughter older than I, they had obviously been trough the routine of sickness a great many times in these more than 30 years, but the mother was nervous as can be and was on the phone half the day dictating to the daughter what she should do to get better. What fascinated me where her methods and recepies.
The mother insisted on daughter going to get a blood test, each day of the flu.
Now the absurd thing is, taking out blood, is a very uncomfortable procedure. The I wish I was in bed, drowsey sick person has to get them self to some clinic, and than wait in the queue, before some nurse painfully jabs them and takes out samples of blood. The very taking out of the blood does absolutely nothing to heal a person. All it does is count blood leukocites , electorcites, and confirm if a flue virus is present.
None the less obviously it was a system that worked for this family. It made them feel as if they are doing something to heal the flu. I realised that this entire process for them was a healing method. Going to the doctor, getting jabed was enough for them to get better.
The second method, my house keeper applies when feeling a bit dysfunctional, is the testing of the blood preassure. When she gets, nervous, hot headed, tired, restless, or any body part hurts, she walks a staircase up above her own flat and goes into her neighbours apartmanet, than checks her blood preassure.
Its enough for her to go trough the process for her to imideatley release pent up stress and feel like she has done something which has made it all go away.
I have offered her to use the blood preassure apparatus we have at home, but she refuses- because if she where to check her preassure in my house, it would compromise her ritual, her repetitive recognisable process on the way to feel better.
Having noticed that these methods, of going somewhere, doing something, however truly pointless it may have seemed to me, on the outside, does in fact work for these women , I discovered that I am no better.
Since giving birth, I have a on going reaction to it, and I went to get checked up. The first doctor, diagnosed me, and perscribed a medicine not compatible with breastfeeding. Having gone for second opinion to a specialist, I discovered that the first doctor was wrong. However the reaction kept on being a problem. I had a blood test to check my iron supplies and so on, and the specialist prescribed a medicine. On the very day I got the packet of medicaments in my hands- my problem after two and half months stopped. Completly. This is before I opened the box. The box of pill is still untouched on the kitchen shelf.
What healed me in this instance was not the drugs- for I had not taken anything at all, by engaging in the process of going to the doctors, and having the will to fix me up, I convinced my self it was getting better and it did . Had I not gone im sure it would have continued, just as it had for this long- because I did not thing to end it.
Going to the doctors, was the way my mother dealt with all my health queries when I was a child, so it seems to work as a method for me. I am very visual , and need ti to be real, I can not replace a real trip with a meditation version of it.
Despite the fact that I belive people can heal them self , trough self will, meditation, herbs, crystals,- which I collect, make tinctures and teas, but I find that for some reason, it does not convince me on a deeper lever, enough for it to work.
What will heal a person, depends a great part on their nurture. The shaman, the wise woman, the witch doctor- all where/are a methods of activating the patients imagination into believing that they will get better. The doctor has the same roll in a contemporary society. Pity its a painfull method with the jabs and crappy medicines, but still its better than being hit over the head with a chickhen and being buried in the earth as they do in some voodoo medicine.
As we are researching alternative methods which appeal to us more, so we shall perhaps trough time, be able to re programe our self to heal trough alternative methods, or pass on new methods to our children which we will be more satisfied with than with western medicine. But for now, to me the alternative works ony to compliment my trips to the doctor, which magicaly makes me better always!
Imagine you and I are having coffee together in the sun. We would tell one another other stories. Have giggles. Most stories here are observations and accounts of certian bemusing events in the days of an artist. Events I wish to remember and think may amuse you too. The illustrations I drew. The protagonists are real. Should you have a coffee time story to share, write it back to me.Now if you are ready for a break, get a coffee, draw a chair, let me tell you what happened the other day :
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