Hello and welcome back!
I’ve been away: I did a couple of years of research, wrote my thesis on autism and the enforcement of normality, got my master’s degree, and am now training and licensing people in my applied work: Dynamic Emotional Integration®. It’s been an intense couple of years, and though I haven’t been updating this blog, I’ve still been thinking about everything here, and continuing to study paranormal and metaphysical ideologies.
Now I’m back, and following up on my previous post, where I wrote about entering a compounding pharmacy in my county, and stepping back 40 years into the shockingly evangelical era of alternative medicine. I had the opportunity to revisit that era again this year, this time with slightly different results.
Alternatives become necessary when the conventional fails, continued
Street drug serenade: I’m still supporting the friend whose prescription I was picking up at that compounding pharmacy back in 2013. My friend’s condition is serious and ongoing, and she and her doctors have tried everything on-label and off-label to address her chronic illness. She’s been on more medications and therapies than we can count, and though her doctor is conventional, he will often try alternative medications and treatments if he thinks there’s a chance that they might help.
There is a very, very off-label medication that I discovered for my friend’s condition; it’s known primarily as a street drug, and it needs to be administered by IV. We learned about this medication a few years ago, and tried to get my friend into a trial at the National Institutes of Health, but it didn’t work out, and we couldn’t find a local doctor who would even consider providing a trial treatment. There was one doctor in Los Angeles who offered to fly up to Monterey and provide an hour-long IV infusion for $1000 a visit, but the drive from here is 3 hours each way, and it just never came together.
Last month, my friend’s doctor discovered a clinic in a nearby county that offers IV infusions of this drug for $175 per treatment! So we went there together (my friend is not allowed to drive after the IV), and surprise! It’s the health spa where my mom worked when I was a teen and we were camping under the stairs at her friend’s house. The spa has a new name now, and though the giant 70s redwood hot tub is gone, the leaky skylight has been repaired, and the smell of chlorine had faded long ago, it’s old home week for me every time we go.
But let me not mince words — this place offers deeply questionable intravenous treatments (see below) based on the discredited idea of detoxification, superfoods, megadoses of vitamins, and other alternative approaches that promise to return people to perfect health.
I grew up in that detoxing, miracle food, megadosing, obsessive exercising, perfect health community, and let me tell you: these beliefs are extremely seductive and powerfully habit-forming. When I went cold turkey on all of my miracle foods and treatments back in 2003, my health didn’t change at all; however, the underlying issues that I had been obscuring with all of my obsessive-compulsive health rituals became apparent.
My actual healing from my true difficulties only commenced when I finally let go of my alternative medicine lifestyle. Continue reading