One Hundred Twelve. Homeopathy.
July 23, 2011 § 2 Comments
On Day One Eleven, besides almost hiking up Crowders Mountain and smoking a plank of salmon, I went with my parents to breakfast. Next to the diner where we ate was a hippie grocery store, kind of like Sevenanda in Atlanta (where I found my ear candles). My mom was interested in what the shop had to offer, so we headed in to browse.
I ended up on the homeopathic remedies aisle, checking out strange tablets and sprays and drops to cure things from stress to being overweight to bad moods to acne. I was enthralled and spent about twenty minutes examining each bottle. I had a roommate before who had a shoebox full of such remedies and suggested I take one to prevent a cold I felt coming on. I never took her up on the offer, mainly because she was always the one stuck in bed feeling sick (not to mention she led a healthier lifestyle than mine). But I decided to purchase a couple of items, partly because I thought it could be a new activity some day in the future. And on Day One Hundred Twelve I pulled out one of the magic pill bottles to fight off some crazy muscle ache, probably a result of my forays into the driving range, second golf lesson, and playing nine holes.
The small blue container holding many little white beads held arcina montana, a remedy to combat “muscle aches and stiffness, swelling from injuries, discoloration from bruising.” I twisted the top of the bottle five times to allow five little pellets come down into the cap. The instructions said to let five of these little beads dissolve under your tongue. They tasted like sugar, and nothing else.
I don’t know if it was the placebo effect or if there was something to this homeopathic stuff, but I did feel like I had less muscle stiffness. I can’t wait to try the Wild Oat drops I also purchased. That one “helps you to determine what to do with your life, when you are undecided about which path to take.” Or I could just flip a coin.