Tuesday, May 8, 2012



I went to the doctor on friday for my spastic colon and just being generally run down and stressed out.
I couldn't go to my homeopath as she was out of town.

I told the doctor i was in my last year studying and have been experiencing some anxiety and tension. (Well fucking duuh, with my workload) 

He proceeded to prescribe me anti-biotics for my could-maybe-become flu and something he called a mood stabilizer "It's really great" he said. "We even give it to pregnant ladies"
"It'll help you concentrate and cope better".

So I was like not a chance am I taking the anti-biotics because those things should be the last resort. ALWAYS. Because although they have their place in severe cases, they really aren't good for your body.

I was skeptical about these "mood stabilizers" so I turned to my trusty companion Google.
Thank science I did! Espiride for the treatment of severe depression, schizophrenia and bi-polar disorders. The amount of bad feedback online was astounding

"Took away any an all feeling of enjoyment"

"Not interested in sex anymore"

"Made me feel drugged up and like a zombie"

"Made me lactate, i'm not pregnant"

Sorry but this is where I say, what the flying fuck was he thinking.
I spent a grand total of 15 minutes with him. I'm not depressed, in fact I'm the happiest I've been.
I understand that medication like that helps people and has its place, but is sure as shit isn't for me.
This is why western medicine can get on my nerves. They're just treating symptoms and handing out prescriptions without looking towards the cause. This is why i'm sticking to my homeopath because:

1. She's the best
2. She e-mails me to see how i'm feeling
3. She's all about finding the cause and fixing it there
4. She's a boss at acupuncture
5. She's the reason i haven't had a migraine in 2 months.

Fuck yeah homeopathts.
No pooey pills for me.
I'll just carry on caring too much, getting stressed and pushing through.
I prescribe myself cuddles and sleep.

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