Tuesday Mikayla and I drove down to the Mexican border because I had an appointment with a homeopathic doctor in Tijuana. We parked on the American side and walked across. The Mexicans are not worried about terrorism or illegal immigration at all. There was no one inspecting our IDs or asking us questions.. It was a completely open border. We did have to go through a gate, but there was no security. There was an officer sitting at a table watching everyone walk past, but he looked like a bystander, nothing more.
We took a five minute cab ride to the doctor's office. I signed in and we waited two hours to see him. During our wait on very uncomfortable benches, I met a family who had driven down from Modesto, CA so the wife could see the doctor. Her husband told me that she was being treated for depression. They had tried the typical drug route for five years and the only results were bad side effects from antidepressants. They had also tried acupuncture but the results were temporary. Someone else in the waiting room had come all the way from Colorado!
When I finally was called into the doctor's office, Mikayla and I were astonished at what we saw. The office was the size of a regular bedroom but the walls were covered from the floor to the ceiling with small white plastic vials, all labeled, all sitting on narrow shelves in neat rows. Every wall was covered from floor to ceiling. The doctor's desk, which had a couple of shelves on it, was also covered in little bottles, sometimes 10 deep. Mikayla guessed that there must have been 10,000 bottles in that room.
I was surprised that the doctor did not speak English. My Spanish is too limited to carry on a medical conversation with a doctor, so the doctor brought in a young man as a translater. The doctor asked me little more than "why are you here" and "do you have any other problems". I told him I have had migraines for the past 8 years, and they have gotten progressively worse. He did not take my blood pressure, temperature, height, weight or look at my tongue. In fact, he did not examine me in any way. He used a completely different technique to diagnose and prescribe.
He held a long silver wand, with a curly end out in his right hand about two feet away from me. In his left hand, on the other side of the wand, he held one of the vials. If the wand shook, he told his assistant the name and the assistant wrote it down. He would ask for specific formulas that the assistant had to reach high and low for. The doctor repeated this about 200 times with different formulas. It was fascinating. Sometimes the wand would shake and vibrate a lot and sometimes it did not move at all. Then the doctor said that he wanted to give me some hormone shots. He thinks that even though I have no signs of perimenopause, that that is where my migraines come from. I refused to have the shots this time. I just did not feel comfortable taking them. The translater had a difficult time explaining what they were and why the doctor recommended them to me.
When the doctor had finished testing the formulas with the wand, he dismissed me and asked that I schedule another appointment. Mikayla and I left the office and sat again on the uncomfortable benches to wait for the asisstants to make up the formulas for me. I ended up with eleven bottles of formulas and two bottles for migraine attacks. A helpful woman in the waiting room helped the receptionist explain to me the procedure for taking all of this. I am supposed to take a capful of each bottle five minutes apart every night. It takes about an hour to complete the ritual. I feel like I have everything to gain and nothing to lose to do this, so I bought myself a timer and am doing it. The drops don't have a taste. They just tastes like water. So far, I have only had a few hours of migraine.
I scheduled an appointment for three weeks from now. Let's hope that I will be able to tell him that I am migraine free. He did say that he was going to make it so that I would never have migraines again.
If this works I am going to be the doctor's biggest advocate and will hope that all of you go to see him to fix whatever ailment you have.
1 comment:
Dear Rozzi,
This was very interesting to read.
I appreciate Ben's blogs and yours too.
Love, Mary
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