The racket of modern medicine

The more I read and the more I experience, the more I doubt traditional medicine.

I have spent most of my 31 years with one ailment or another: allergies, asthma, constant recurrences of croup (as a child) and bronchitis (as I grew up and into adulthood), severe acid reflux (Gastroesophogal Reflux Disorder, or GERD) and a herniated disc, to name a few.  Needless to say, I am no stranger to traditional medicine.

I also think it has a very valid place, too.  Have an emergency?  By all means, go to the hospital and get 24-hour, pill-popping care.  You can always fix the problem later, as long as you are alive.  And, sometimes, you need to treat the symptoms until you feel well enough to try a more homeopathic solution to the problem.

But modern medicine typically targets symptoms, which serves one purpose: to keep you coming back.  After all, medicine is a business, and they want repeat customers.  If you are healthy, they never get your money.

Go ahead, call me a cynic.  But I have spent my life feeling better instead of being better.

Case in point: the way I have been feeling lately as a result of GERD.I have been seeing doctors for eight years about it, and the best any ever did was prescribe Nexium.  If you want to know how that worked out, go read my previous two posts.

This is just a rant.  But I do want to get everyone to see the point here: make sure that, when talking to a doctor, you are clear that you want to tackle the cause, not the smptoms.

I will post more on this...um...eventually.  Gotta be careful; the Big Medicine Syndicate may send someone to break my knees if I yell too loud too often.  Or at least have someone threaten me with unauthorized colonoscopies or something like that.

Nexium Free - Day Three (poetic, ain't it?)

A few days later, there are results.

Okay, I'm not going to say I am bouncing off the walls with energy and have a reflux-free gut.  But there is definitely something happening here.

A gut-wrenching decision?

Does it sound worse than it is?  For you, maybe.

Here's the good news: I think I figured out why I could be outpaced by a sloth these days.  Why I arrive at work feeling like I just went ten rounds with Tyson (except my ears are still attached).  Why from the moment I wake up, all I want to do is go to bed.  Why the only thing I do well these days is toss and turn.

B12.

As in, the vitamin.  It's not some new, top-secret bomber the air force has been working on, although bombers and the condition in question do have napalm-esque, searing pain associated with them.

Nexium!

I like one-word paragraphs.

Resolving with...uh...resolve!

In the immortal words of Austin Powers, "allow myself to introduce...myself."

I am Mike.  Many of you know me -- and, by "many", I mean three out of the four of you.  For those who don't, and for those who do, allow me to tell you about the Me I Intend to Be in 2012.