Clay Footed Saviors

(Caduceus Used  Under Public Domain Laws 2015)

Yesterday I was given dog food from the food bank and took it to my neighbors who have a big dog, I do this routinely and they seem grateful for it.  I do not see them often as I am busy and they are busy and life goes on as we all know.

One of the ladies who lives there answers the door. She looks awful, She has totally changed from the last time I saw her.  She has lost a lot of weight and taken on a frail look. Apparently she must walk with a walker as she has begun to fall a lot. I saw her eye was blackened in the last fall causing me to gasp at her appearance. I reached out and hugged and kissed her on the cheek. 

I felt a surge of anger over the whole thing. The complacency  and ignorance that has obviously culminated in bringing this young woman to deaths door.   "its my blood pressure," she said to me, wobbling back and forth as her partner came to steady her for a moment.  I said have you  been to a Nature Path or an Osteopath yet?   Yes we are seeing an Osteopath.  "What?" I said, "how could that be? and your still sick?"

It hit me as I stood there on the stoop that once again the medical society has let us down.  I say us because I have to witness this same occurrence over and over again noticing some cultural trend.   The situations' are the same only the name's have changed.

My stepfather struggled with his medications until he came close to death because of the medications he was taking.  Finally he went to alternative medicines and not only thrived but gained many more years with a bad heart. His life became a circus of medical politics, bad doctors, wrong medications and lawsuits.   A simple little spice named Cayenne saved his life. Not a medication prescribed by a doctor. The medications were killing him.

 

I have always had the good fortune of having had great medical professionals in my life.  Men and women who have allowed me to question them, do my own research and even have stood by while I tried my own things. 

I asked one of my Doctors who earned my trust, on one occasion, do you ever get there?, Meaning: arrive at being a professional?" or is it always new?' He answered me by saying, "that's why its called a practice."  'We practice until it becomes a profession."

Ok so, here is my dad and my neighbor and nameless others suffering while these people practice on them. Lest I also mention that an individual can become a doctor by merely passing and often its below the lowest class scores.  Therefore, you can be seeing a doctor, that did not get A's or B's on his/her tests, failed labs, scored low on their boards and still get the Caduceus stamped degree to hang on their wall in their office. But you would never know that. 

Yet in we go and expect that person to put together a cure for what ails us concerning a complicated, perfect machine created by an infinite being.

 I sometimes have flashbacks of when I was a child and had kidney issues.  As a child will, I grew tired of being poked and prodded and became inconsolable  and uncontrollable climbing the walls to get away from the next needle.  My personal psyche is a muddle of emotions when I come to the doctor or the dentist. 

Yet,These days, I sit calmly, I turn away when they take my blood and fend off the urge to vomit.   Do you think if I asked they would reveal to me how they did on their pathology pop quiz?  

I am caused to think of  when I was in Veterinary College when we learned about anesthesia.  "Anesthesia is not a true science," Dr. Campbell said.  "Its a plane, too little and the patient is not anesthetized, too much and they are dead."

 I'll never forgot that as I went under the knife a few times in my life.  I'd joke with the anesthesiologist, "Now remember, "de plane! de plane!" (for those of  my gentle readers, Fantasy Island the little man calling out as the guests were delivered to the Island)

On one occasion I awoke to  some pretty intense toe pinching and a nurse almost yelling in my ear.  Well that's what happens when you get caught in a money making deal where the doc makes more with a spinal and your own doc comes in and says,? "A spinal?" As the needle is hanging out of my back. "No! General." making a sleeping posture with his hands. After the fact....

For your consideration , is not the whole of Medicine which is not a true science. and why should it be?  We as human beings are also not pure science but multifaceted physical and spiritual beings created by unseen hands for individual purposes in the creators plan ?  Coupled with the drug company agenda which we know are soulless, preying on the weak and sick in essence making them into lab rats?

I'll keep you posted on the neighbor.