woe is me

Its spring and I’m suffering. I’m sneezing, my nose is itching and my eyes are red and itchy. In general I feel awful and I wish the flowers and the grasses would just hurry up and die already.

And to top it all I can’t even take my pills, which while not curing me do make my hay-fever more bearable. And why can’t I take my pills? Because I had the bright idea to try out homeopathy. A word of advice: if you’re allergic keep away from homeopathy for the months of your allergy.

For a couple of years now I have been complaining to all and sundry that I am constantly unnaturally tired. A friend of mine, fresh from a course in homeopathic medicine, insisted that she could solve my problem and I thought, sure, why not?

Homeopathy is very intrusive. Taking my “history” down she asked all sorts of questions ranging from ordinary to bizarre to very very private. If she was a total stranger I’m not sure how comfortable I would have been with the whole thing. She then prescribes me three little pills to be taken over three days and THEN she drops the bombshell that the whole treatment will take three months. Meaning that for three months I have to keep away from coffee, mint, cinnamon and all other medication. Three months? I say, but what about my allergy that should be hitting around the mayish (only one and a half months into the therapy). Not to worry she answered, like all doctors, will deal with that when it comes.

And now its come and all she says is. Grit your teeth and bear it, and It has to get worse to get better. And I should have known it. I never liked doctors, they’re all blithely unconcerned by the suffering of their patients. Apparently even if they are your friends.