When remedies don’t do the trick

When remedies don’t do the trick

How exasperating it is when having bounced back from a severe or chronic disease, you have its aftereffects triggering such conditions you find difficult to tell your doctor who seems pretty sure of what is bothering you. You remain on the medication he suggested for days, weeks: sometimes months (in the case of a firm belief in his diagnosis and treatment). 

However, you finally lose your patience and turn to some other medical consultant having gone through a list of so many suggested by whoever you had a word with about your condition.

Phase I goes the same way, he asks you to go for almost the same number of lab tests you were suggested already — even if it means to repeat them as they either may not be very recent or not from the lab of his choice, as he gets his cut on every test he suggests. Now you have got the reports, and you are with him again. He glances at them, nods as if he already figured it out and the next thing is the prescription bulging with tabs and all that jazz.

Phase II, you begin being regularly on the med, and after about a week, there has been no improvement —not even a tad. You then try other docs, but when it is six months, you are livid. Just then you find yourself, all of a sudden, convinced to the core to see either Homeopathic practitioners or herbalists.

Phase III, if you see a homeopathic doc, you keep these plastic made bottles most probably having small balls inside, sweet in taste, wherever you go. You either after every hour or before meals take them out of pockets and have some. You may be careful in the beginning about how many you put them in your mouth, but after some days, you just open the bottle and have them — you don’t give a damn how many you had. After a week or so, you still are convinced enough to see this homeopathic doc as you want to give him another fair chance.

This time, he opens some old dog-eared book and prescribes you the medicine, with a claim to cure for sure. You again are on them, but when they fail too, you willingly give up on them. You are now so stressed that you keep your feelings to yourself and begin to grow distant from others. Comes now the funniest part when you are advised to see a shrink, and this is from those who you can’t refuse.

Phase IV: you have this session with a shrink with his long list of questions ranging from what I do when I’m strung up to people, things, places even the weather I like or dislike. He finally comes to a conclusion without depending on any lab tests’ reports that I need to have some sessions and I may have to take some medication for a couple of months. On my asking about what it is that troubles me, he comes with some stuff that is all Greek to me. 

Phase V: having tried shrink’s med when you have no improvement except for constantly feeling sleepy, you sort of enjoy being in this newly found trance. But for how long? A time comes when you are no more inclined to be on these sleep-producing pills or tranquilizers anymore as their effect is transitory: not to mention, they weaken your retention.

Now two months have gone by, no more phase just your face with no signs of complaint. You finally learned to bear and surprisingly you feel with the passage of time that the intensity of the condition you have been facing for quite some time has begun lessening. Though it doesn’t subside, you are happy to have learned to live with it till you meet your Creator.