My immune system continues to give in to the monsters attacking my throat/sinuses, leaving me even more boring than usual. I did not put on real clothes all day. The only reason Monkey Bug ever got real clothes was because he eventually pooped through his pajamas and I was forced to act responsible. I managed to send a few emails. That concludes all my accomplishments.
Because breastfeeding comes with a whole bunch of medicinal restrictions and because I'm not a huge fan of going to see my ObGyn (I don't have a gen practitioner currently), I decided to try out the whole homeopathic (I first typed that as "homeopathetic - a Freudian slip, perhaps) turmeric-in-honey thing. I don't know if it has helped, but boy does it taste awful. In case you were wondering. Even if it cures me (which I'm not sure I'll be able to tell because it's not acting fast enough), I'm not sure I can give it credit. *insert gagging noise here*
Easier Done Than Said: Attempts at blogging by a girl who doesn't like writing.
I feel that if the medicine is gross, the credit goes to the person who was brave enough to take it. Being gross is the status quo with medicine so it gets no credit for being what it is. Only if it makes an effort to help AND taste/be nice/good/not hurt etc.
ReplyDeleteYou know what works?? Me neither. If you figure out any golden cures, I'm all ears!
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