It wasn’t the only reply she had entered in the Comments. Some were directed at the author of the piece, some to others who supported the author in even the most obscure way. They were all basically advertisements for holistic treatments of, well, anything.
If this New Age Neanderthal was so firmly set in her irrefutable beliefs and felt she was a noteworthy expert source whose opinion would amount to more than a pinch of shit in a Court sanity hearing, why wouldn’t she just use her real name? Could drum up some business for herself.
“… I assessed medical histories of thousands of patients and offered holistic options and referrals to treat their various health issues …” which sounds to me a hell of a lot like practicing medicine (not dentistry) without a license and just shilling for some other snake oil saleslady she took classes with.
Would drum up some interest from a number of regulatory agencies and prosecutors.
She’s scared shitless to stand firmly, proudly and publicly behind her Burning Bush revelations, safe in a far off haven from which she does not have to offer any verifiable truth except the out-of-context, ill-advised opinions of some individual or collection of them on a website with whom she passionately agrees.
And if she agrees with them, then they by default agree with her, which proves they’re right.
Her claim to expertise and the act of putting it into practice is like if my therapist deciding to do a root canal on me. I trust Jack with my sanity and life, but he ain’t sticking pointy objects in my mouth any sooner than this pseudonym-protected quack is listening to my tales of my innermost turmoil.
But I won’t argue with her assessment of “stress” and life experiences.
I thoroughly believe that too many people are on some sort of meds for “stress”. Too many ask for them, too many others prescribe them. That just isn’t right. It is indeed a Band-Aid approach. Might as well buy them a fifth of Cuervo.
The fact of the matter is there are some medications that are designed more for rapid-onset “panic attacks”:
Xanax is used to treat the panic and anxiety symptoms associated with Panic Disorder, not “stress”. I don’t believe there is even a psychiatric diagnosis for “stress”. But drugs like Xanax often take effect within thirty minutes and last as long as four hours.
Sounds like it could work for “stress”, but would be a bit of overkill.
Stress is nothing more than a socially acceptable form of mental illness.
Well … I don’t know. To me, “stress” is a wildly misunderstood word and equally overblown concept. It’s a layman’s term.
I think of “stress” more in terms of facing an immediate or imminent challenge of a temporary, transitory nature. You can be stressed out about a bit party you’re throwing that night or the next day, or a final exam you have the following morning or the upcoming Monday morning. But the day afterwards? It’s done. It’s gone. It’s passed. It’s past.
Can’t change it or undo it. An acceptable amount of anticipatory stress can be expected about your grade on the final, but unless you’re a professional party planner, why give a major shit about how your soiree went the night before? Unless the main course was vokdatinis, you should be able to remember how well it went by having counted the smiling faces leaving afterwards.
I remember a lady at work one time, running around the office in a panic, hyperventilating, saying she was “so stressed out” she was going to need to take the afternoon off.
Seems she was in a wedding party the next day (a Saturday) and had taken a long lunch to go have her nails done. By the time she got back to the office, the mani/pedi had dried and she realized the color of the polish “might” clash with the color of her dress.
‘scuse the fuck out of me … THAT’s your reason to leave early, you’re THAT stressed out? Over an insignificant “might”?
THAT isn’t even a viable excuse / rationale to be stressed, much less a reason. Go back to your desk, forget about it, and when you get home tonight check your dainty digits up against the dress and if it’s a major, catastrophic fashion faux pax, scrape the shit off. Re-do it yourself.
Hell, have it done professionally. There are loads of salons open longer than hospital Urgent Care Centers to handle problems like yours for women in your cataclysmic condition” airbrushed acrylic nails are apparently of more concern than a child throwing up blood.
However … if she was really so passionately bent out of shape by the whole dilemma, then there are obviously far deeper, more complex issues at hand than whether or not “Hot to Trot Red” is the perfect complimentary color for “Georgia Peach Blossom”.
Could be Anxiety, and that is something that just sits there on your shoulder whispering unsettling things in your ear every now and then and then and then and then again. It’s a chronic condition for the most part. It’s entirely different from “stress”, which sneaks up behind you, yells “Boo!!!!” and hauls ass down the hallway.
In an instance or mindset like that, Klonopin might be more appropriate. It is reported that Klonopin takes a longer period of time to take effect than Xanax, but those effects also last longer. More appropriate for a chronic disorder.
Let me set something straight before I set off people I don’t mean to set off:
one of the best things for a really, really bad toothache is not Ambesol but clove oil. Put a few drops on the infected area, you’re set.
Peppermint or spearmint tea can do wonders for stomach aches. Ginger ale too.
There are herbal / holistic teas and tinctures and capsules that can help someone deal with, and maybe even relieve, the temporary symptoms of some really nasty ailments.
Back pain? Grind up some dried cayenne peppers into a really fine powder, mix it with the body lotion of your choice and apply it to the achy area and save the $20.00 you’ll pay for a tube of Zostrix. It’s the same thing.
Many pharmaceuticals out on the market are synthetic forms of natural substance – like that’s a big secret.
We’d probably find a bunch more of those substances if we weren’t corporately obsessed with clear cutting the Rain Forests.
But when you’re dealing with a chronic illness, double bubbling, toiling and troubling ain’t gonna cut the cake.
So we’re going to need full-blown medications. Pharmaceuticals. Drugs. Pills and tablets and capsules, okay?
Just like you do for your allergies and headaches and heartburn and flatulence.
Try living without your Tums and Bean-o.
And for those who insist that it’s just a conspiracy by manufacturers who are paying off physicians to prescribe them, I’d love to hear what you have to say about the price of gasoline at your neighborhood station going up and down five times a day as a holiday weekend approaches. THAT, my paranoid protectors of the populace, is a balls-to-the-walls conspiracy, but I’ll leave that for another post.
But I’ll tell you what:
I can live more happily and effectively without gasoline than I can without certain medications.
Oh, alright – “drugs”.
They affect and improve the way my body chemistry and functions work. There are brain scans and MRIs from world-renowned research facilities not associated with the money-grubbing pharmaceutical companies and HMOs which can confirm and validate and (as much as this word might terrify you) prove their value.
If you choose not to believe it because you can’t comprehend the studies, haven’t even read them, ordon’t know what I go through on a daily basis with them or without them (and you most assuredly don’t, unless you too are suffering from them and are too proud or stupid to acknowledge it) then might I respectfully request you shut your damned pie-holes until you have a better understanding of what it is you so obviously know nothing about.
And quit knocking back one or two of those damned Starbucks and Red Bulls down your hypocritical shit-spouts on the way the way to work each morning, and don’t tell me “they’re natural”.
They’re imitation, week-kneed, spineless speed and potentially addictive.
Above all, once again, don’t even pretend to know more than the researchers and scientists and doctors … and, yes … I know about what I need, why I need it and how it helps me.
Because I don’t do the same about you.
I only surmise.
Even when I’m right, it’s still just a guess.
I don’t pretend it’s knowledge.