I hate antibiotics. They suck. I don't feel like it's necessary for doctors to prescribe them for every single little minor thing that ails us. All they do is make me feel like my body is Kaho'olawe- the Hawaiian island used to test bombs back in the times of WW2. I know that my body would be strong enough on its own to fight the possible gum infection that could occur from my wisdom-tooth removal surgery. I am a healthy person. I literally go into shock if I don't eat enough vegetables everyday. I hate sugar and basically treat it like a poison. I'm pretty sure my immune system is strong enough to ward off some itty-bitty bacteria. That's what I hate so much about western medicine. We kill our own defenses to cure ourselves? That is such a twisted take on healing. I don't believe it at all. Well now I'm popping 2 can't-pronounce-it antibiotics every day and hating myself for it.
I already feel ten times weaker than yesterday. Coming home from the surgery I was literally fit as a fiddle. Within 3 hours my face was almost back to its normal shape and size and my speech was nearly perfect. I was just a bit numb from all the novocain and a bit loopy from the laughing gas. I decided last minute to skip the general anesthesia and was awake for the whole grueling thing. The crunching and scratching sounds as the dentist jerked my head around were pretty intense... but it was over within 30 minutes and none of those wisdom-promising teeth are ever going to bother me again. I got to take them home. I think I'll make a necklace out of them and walk around looking like a cannibal, wearing my sageness around my neck.
I also hate painkillers. They make me trip out and have nightmares about being pregnant with hideous babies in swamplands. No... not doing that again. I'll stick to icepacks, arnica and rescue remedy, thanks. I'm also going to eat as many beets as my body can handle, because they are anti-inflammatory foods that I can't seem to get enough of. Maybe I'll take some ibuprofen if the pain gets worse, but I'm hoping to stick it out. I'd rather my body produce its own endorphins that me filling up my receptors with drug-induced neurotransmitters.
And as for that song from Mary Poppins, cheerful though it is, is absolutely absurd. "Just a spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down..." uhm... no. Sugar is gross and totally not what we need to heal. Although sugar does stimulate endorphin-release it's totally addictive and dehydrating and just bad. So whoever came up with that was probably a sugar lord, trying to sneak political wins into the movie. Goshdarn society... people need to think a little bit more for themselves and not believe everything they hear on tv.
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