Health Check

So all you poor souls that like to get an update on our decrepitude please do read on...
Everybody else, carry on with life.

The Old Man has a face as smooth as a plum, now that the Ointment has done its work and the Incredibly Ugly Scab has departed. Job done - we hope.

On the down side... Dental work and Warfarin don't make good bed fellows. Both of us shriek in alarm at blood soaked pillow cases from The Old Man's bout with the dentist earlier last week. A call to a Sunday locum was calming. Boils down to... "Looks worse than it is."

Fortunately I see my homeopath for a treatment follow-up this morning. I am so far in to this regime that just clutching the remedy bottle in the homeopath's presence fills me with inner peace. Hooray for Placebos and Woowoo medicine.

That Scientific Thing

You see... there are some things that I don't understand.

Europe is banning some herbal medicines because they may be unsafe.... Or put it this way; manufacturers, etc will have to register their products and provide proof of safe manufacturing, consistency and so on. Because we all know that alternative medicine is Quackerland and Loopy, to say the least.

This leads to all kinds of furioso arguing about the merits of the treatments themselves, which somewhat cloud the issue.

(Ha! And Big Pharmaceuticals has such a perfect record here. HRT, Statins, now Thyroxine... have all been promoted by Medical Land, and the Government itself... for our Greater Health and Longevity; and all of these therapies now raise questions as to side effects with their long term use.)

Anyhoo! My point of puzzlement is.... that this Scientific Approach has been put in place just about the same day that the Pope is beatifying the Previous Pope... on the word of a French Nun who says that her prayers to him cured her of Parkinson's.

Isn't this great? Big Pharma can now produce a new State Recognised Scientific Cure for Parkinson's.

Pope in a Bottle.

Ooops! Sorry. The Vatican has that already.

Homeopathy Treatment: Day 2

One tablet last night. One tablet this morning.

Voila. C'est tout. Finis.

Feeling very calm.

The Tooth of the Matter

Last week my tooth started to play up like it does every now and then. I goes to the dentist. After some x-raying and humming and aah-ing. I'm told it's likely a root under the crown what was fitted a couple of years ago. I'm smilingly given some possible plans of action that sound drastic, and range in price from one to three new house windows, I reckon. And new windows is what we need sometime soon, I thinks.

It takes a while for the shock to set in.

Meanwhile, after discussion with The Old Man, I decides to find a homeopath and see what might be done.

I duly see the homeopath this week, and have a lovely two hours talking all about myself. She warns me that teeth are teeth and may just have to come out... and that's all there is to it. But seeing as I am also talking about migraines, she thinks that she can try tackling them. She's sending the remedy to me in the post. Then I get in touch for a follow-up in a few weeks time.

I feel really sorted all that day. Next morning I wakes with a headache. Seems I only have to talk about headaches and their possible triggers - to start one. Never mind - I'm sure it's just so's I can paint a more accurate picture. And this one only lasts 24 hours instead of the usual three days.

Let me set the record straight. I have no problem with the "placebo effect". What I say is, if a sugar pill and a sympathetic ear sets me to rights. Roll on placebos. Particularly in opposition to a dental bill of literally thousands.

Anyways, this morning my two tiny tablets arrive in the post. One for tonight and one for tomorrow morning. Whoo-woo. It's Jekyll & Hyde time.