Imagine a large linen closet stacked deep with wide shelves. Now envision no linens. Not a pillow, extra blanket or spare sheet. Not even a pillowcase. No room for such necessities … no room because from floor to ceiling, this linen closet is piled high with meds, drugs, medicaments, pills. Organized in rows, stacked high on top of each other, towering 10 shelves tall, all ready for the slightest symptom to appear. A sniffle, an eruption, a sleepless night means a visit to the linen closet for a fix. (more…)
The story of antibiotics makes me sad sometimes. When penicillin was introduced in the 1940s, the medical community had such high hopes for the new “miracle drug.”
They thought they had found the answer to human illness.
In fact, this one discovery pretty much launched the pharmaceutical industry, which became dedicated to the development of even more drugs and who set out to deliberately alter the entire paradigm of Western medicine into the “there’s the symptom; here’s the drug” attitude we see today.
Little did those first researchers know what they were allowing to run riot on humanity! (more…)
In the past, I’ve written about parents suffering from “empty nest” sorrow, and student difficulties such as homesickness or burn-out from excessive study combined with excessive “partying,” that exhaustion that sets in after burning the candle at both ends.
Today I’d like to talk about another protocol that will be very useful for students (and their worried mothers) to know … (more…)
Back in the '80s when I was birthing my first child, it was difficult to find a doctor who would agree to the kind of experience I wanted.
My idea of birthing was one in which I did all the work, and the midwife or doctor stood by in case I needed them. No drugs. No procedures. No interference.
I did everything I knew to make that happen. (more…)