Yesterday, I began to notice something about all my visits during this past month to various facilities of the IU Health system. Something which frankly, not just surprised me, but actually shocked me. And yet it shouldn’t have. Why?
Because, now that the covid con is supposedly over; now that the normies are waking up to how we’ve been conned;
Now that “covid” has just been, officially, re-labeled — rather than death-is-waiting-unless-you-get-jabbed, and boosted, boosted, boosted — AS A FLU;
Now that the phrase “died suddenly” is code for JABBED;
Now that all sorts of strange and not so strange dis-eases are burbling to the surface, having CRASHED the immunity of those who were, especially, multiply jabbed;
With each visit to the IU Health care facility, I am automatically asked certain questions, including:
What is your DOB: Answer: 12/19/42
Who is your “Primary Care Physician”? Answer: “None.”
“Have you had your flu shot?” Answer: “I don’t do shots.” With this answer I look directly and meaningfully into the person’s eyes. No need to bring up the covid con. We both know.
“Are you allergic to any medications?” Answer: “I don’t think so. I don’t know. I don’t use pharmaceuticals.”
This answer especially, seems to flummox the questioner; but he or she goes on the the next question anyhow . . .
“What pharmacy shall we use . . . It says CVS on corner of 3rd and bypass. “Yes, you did prescribe an opioid painkiller, when I left the ER with broken wrist. I only took one pill. And then the next day, one CBD gummy. That’s it. Would rather stay in touch with the pain, so that I know when I’m doing too much.”
Three or four times now, those same questions. And my same answers.
And you know what? I now realize that every single one of the people I dealt with in this manner admired me. They actually ADMIRE me, my attitude, rather than just thinking I’m a crazy old lady.
Think back: between 2020 and 2022 especially, I would have been viewed, and banished, as a selfish pariah.
So yes, one more realization: I’m so very grateful that this period, where I find myself needing to undergo periodic allopathic care, is happening now, in 2024, rather than 2020 through 2023. No masks, no vax, no distancing; nothing required. YES!
The other day, standing at the admitting counter in Urgent Care, with probably six technicians and aides behind the counter, all sitting at computers, I mentioned to one of them that my Dad was a doc, an independent internist (I was told by a doc while in Emergency Care that internists hardly exist anymore). That my Dad saw what was coming, and I’m sure was glad that he narrowly missed the era when the individual practice of medicine had been swallowed up into the SYSTEM.
Everybody there looked up from the forms they were busy filling out, and the woman I was speaking with agreed, wholeheartedly.
“On the other hand,” I went on, “for decades now, I’ve told friends and family that I’m very grateful for two aspects of allopathic medicine, emergency care and orthopedics” — while waving my broken, braced left wrist.” We both laughed.
With these experiences over the past month, I’m realizing that one way to “work the system” without resorting to getting a “Primary Care Physician,” (which of course I have been urged to do) is to do what I have been doing this past month: go to ER or Urgent Care (and since I had just been to one, the other had my records); if needed, they will refer me to someone. I got a dermatology appointment in less than one week is BECAUSE I was referred there by the NP at Urgent Care; otherwise, remarked the same woman to whom I was speaking, it would have been five months!
Oh, and meanwhile, after two Curaderm anointings in less than 24 hours, here’s what the lesion on my back looks like now. Color has lightened, it’s not as raised, and edges not as ragged. So who knows? Today is the 14th; my appointment is the 19th. Will I even need to keep the appointment?
Or maybe I will keep it, just to show the dermatologist what Curaderm can do.
Meanwhile, the big lesson here is this: if you don’t want to get totally caught up in the (medical/industrial complex) system, then learn how to become your own “primary care physician.” I.e., take responsibility for you own physical/mental/emotional/spiritual well-being.
Which means, for me this year, pay close attention to what my body is telling me, and call upon friends, both humans and plants, for their assistance when needed.
PLUS: enter “the system” when necessary of course; besides, it’s a great way to make more friends!
