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Top 10 Reasons Why I Hate Western Medicine

10. It’s a necessary evil sometimes. My husband practices Tradition Chinese Medicine (TCM). He is amazing at what he does. Why is he so amazing? He’s just THAT good. BUT, he also recognizes when Western medicine is necessary. I was raised in a Western medicine family. It’s all I knew until I met my husband. I have a love/hate relationship with Western medicine. I call it a necessary evil  because of the following….

9. My appointment is the first one of the day and I still have to wait 40+ minutes before anyone sees me. Overbooking is rude. I know you have no-call-no-shows. I realize that emergencies arise. But when I wait that long. Every. Single. Time.  My time is valuable, too. It’s annoying. It’s more than annoying; it’s expensive.  And my sitter doesn’t appreciate it, either.

8. I’m just following doctor’s orders. Don’t shoot the messenger. I needed to drop off lab results that I’d had a few weeks ago. The doctor told me to come in the next day. She told me the time to be there; when  she first arrives in the morning. She wanted to take a look at the previous results and see if other tests needed to be ordered. Plus, she wanted to see how I was doing on my new meds. (I wasn’t doing well.) So, I asked to have a minute to speak to her. Nope. I got the eye roll from the front desk and was told to fill in a “Patient Walk In” form and she would call me later. She has a very busy schedule. (What was I thinking?)

7. It was the lab tech’s idea. I promise!  When the lab tech saw what I had written about the side effects I was experiencing she offered to see if my doctor had a minute to speak with me. The nurse came in and snipped, “If you need to speak with a doctor, you’ll need to make an appointment for sometime today. And we can’t guarantee you’ll be able to see Dr. X but we’ll make sure you see someone.” I told her to forget it. If Dr. X had time to call me, I’m sure we can handle it over the phone. Sheeesh.

6. Fox News on the waiting room TV. (Need I say more?)

5. They refuse to call you by the right name. If they could give you a number, they would. My son’s name is four names long. First name. Second name. Third name (his Korean given name) and last name. We go by second name. It’s a family tradition. Plus, it alerts you to when telemarketers are calling. When you fill out the medical forms, they want the child’s legal name. No matter how many times I circle his second name or tell the front desk what he likes to be called they insist on calling over the loud-speaker “James Lastname to room #2.” Who the heck is James? Oh, yeah. That’s us.

4. The doctor will be with you in a moment – but first, how are you going to pay for this? I know it’s their job. And there is nothing wrong for getting paid for doing good work. But I hate how the front desk accost me every time to make sure my insurance is up to date and the forms I have to sign every, single time stating I’ll pay them if insurance doesn’t. Money first, healing second.

3. The germs. Everywhere. I’m a bit of a germaphobe. I cringe thinking about all the dirty door knobs, armrests, magazines. You know, the stuff they probably don’t sterilize. Ewwww.

2. Everyone loves an instant fix. It’s what you do best. But what about the fact that I’m also not sleeping or crave sweets or am overly sensitive to smells. Western medicine tends to look at individual symptoms and not the whole person to see what might be related. And then they treat each individual symptom, cluttering up your medicine cabinet. TCM considers the whole. I love that.

And the #1 reason I hate Western medicine….

1. The cost. It’s huge. It’s gigantic. For me. For all of us. But for that, I fear we have insurance, malpractice and lawsuits to blame. I’m not going to pin that one on the doctors. Well, not all of them, anyway.

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Like Mother, Like Son Or Is It The Other Way Around?

Five minutes from home, I noticed a voice mail message on my cell phone.

“I hope you receive this before you get home but #2son is complaining of a stomach ache. He’s in the infirmary now and you’ll need to come pick him up.”

I just dropped them off at school 20 minutes ago. He seemed fine.

It figures.

I was raised in a Western Medicine household. My great-uncle was our pediatrician. My mother was a intensive care nurse. There are more nurses, a surgeon and a general practitioner.

So I go off and marry a man who practices Eastern Medicine. I could just have well married a man from Mars.

“Are you sure these herbs are safe?” “Why am I taking all three of these?” “What does this one do?” “What if I just took that herb?” “I’m supposed to take how many? Are you sure that’s the right dose?” “Will this react with anything else I’m taking?”

My husband calls me his worst patient.

It’s OK.

He’s right.

When we arrive home, I call my husband. I tell him the symptoms our 6-year-old son is experiencing and he confirms my diagnosis. Well, not my diagnosis, but the herbs that I was planning on giving him.

“What did Daddy say?”

“He said it sounds like a damp cold pathogen in your digestion,” I tell him, getting the herbs from the cabinet.

“What are you giving me?”

“OK,” I say to my son, “These are for your tummy and these herbs are just in case it’s something more.”

“Something more?” my son asks.

“Yes. More than just a tummy ache.”

“But what if it’s not? What if it’s just a tummy ache?” He holds up the second dose of herbs to show me.  “Will these pills damage my body if it’s not just a tummy ache?”

“No, those herbs will not damage your body if it’s not just a tummy ache.” I’m fighting back the giggles.

“Are you sure?” He questions.

By now I’m laughing. I can’t help myself.

“You ARE your mother’s son!” I say.

“Of course I am, ” he quips, exasperated, “Everyone can see that!”

Yes. Yes they can.

 

(My week started out with two heavy posts so I’ve ended my week with some light-hearted family entertainment. I usually don’t focus on my kids too much here so if this isn’t what you’re looking for, I apologize. I suppose I’ve been spending some time lately counting my blessings. (And now #1son is going to wonder why he didn’t get any press time. I’d better start cracking!) Stay tuned next week for more thought-provoking words of wisdom. Or not. You’ll just have to wait and see!)

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