It’s like overnight my guts mutinied and I can’t get them back under my control. And, while my doctors have diligently tried to give me things to help, they’ve either not worked or had side-effects so bad that I’ve been unable to take them long enough to see if they worked. The thing about an upset stomach is that you can still work, you’ll be grouchy and very tired, but you’re awake. The thing about working when you’ve been knocked out by a drug is that you can’t.
So, of course, when people find out you’re not feeling well they 1. have a cousin/brother/aunt who had the same thing and it turned out to be celiac/stomach acid/cancer and 2. you should try acupuncture/unproven diet/homeopathy, it really worked for my friend/loved one/family member.
And when you’ve felt like crap for six weeks, you’re pretty much willing to try anything to feel better. Even I, skeptic extraordinaire (I guess) am tempted to do things I know are useless. I sit here and think, “Well, maybe the placebo effect will help even if nothing else does.” It’s nutty, I know it’s nutty, and yet I am so miserably sick and there seems to be no explanation or cure forthcoming, it’s hard to say no to something that might possibly work, even through magical thinking.
Here are otters, they make things ever so slightly better.
