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The curse of medicines


 I have never been a fan of medicines except when I broke my bones. The pain of broken bones is not quite pleasant and you need a technician to set the broken pieces together in harmony once again. And you need painkillers.

Covid-19 confined me to a hospital bed in the last four days. I shouldn't have gone to hospital in the first place. I should have just contented myself with the medicines given by my neighbourhood hospital. But I had a slight breathing problem in the night which refused to subside with my usual dose of Asthalin. So I thought of seeking technical assistance. You don't feel like taking too many risks when you've crossed the age of 60. 

The amount of medicines that the nurse put out on the table for me to consume each morning, noon, and evening threw me into a bout of depression. There was just one tab alone, Flavipiravir, that would fill my belly with all its 1800 milligrams in weight, apart from half a dozen others which were mercifully lightweight champions. 

My breathing problem vanished within hours. But I started getting other problems. I lost appetite. How wouldn't I? I was eating a bellyful of tabs instead of normal food. Soon I developed loose motion. I told the nurse to reduce the medication to the most essential because of the condition of my bowels. She said she would consult the doc.

The doc refused to reduce my medicines and instead added two more tabs to them for treating my motion problems. "I don't have fever, why do you feed me Paracetamol?" I questioned. "I don't have cough now, why should I take the cough syrup?" The nurse said I had to complete "the course" of the medication. I couldn't understand that logic. I became much more sick than when I was admitted. 

Thankfully the doctor accepted my request to be discharged on the fourth day. I'm improving rapidly at home now with an intake of a quarter of the prescribed medicines. 

I'm not questioning the validity of the medical science. Far from it, I rely on medical science whenever I am not well. But I always check on internet what the medicines are meant for and discard quite many of the prescribed ones. I think I remain healthy because I take less medicines than I am usually sold. 

By the way, I tested positive for Covid five days after I took the vaccine. I think if I hadn't gone for the vaccine, I would have remained healthy now. I'm not sure but that's my strong hunch. 

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  1. great blog Sir you are a delightful person and bold enough i really adore you since you kept the strong attitude even at a difficult situation moreover you had made courage to face it which lack in most of the people when they get tested positive for Covid . :-)

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    1. Mine was the mildest attack, I think, and so i could afford to be brave 😅

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  2. Broken bones, fever, loss of appetite, loose motions and then covid! You did have your basket full of woes last few days. Wishing you speedy recovery. Lovely read as usual by the way.

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    1. Oh no, the broken bones belong to an earlier phase. I fractured both my legs on different occasions earlier and was referring to that. Right now it's only Covid and its accompaniments.

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  3. Hari OM
    My radar was up and I suspected - first because none of your stimulating posts for some time - and second... because I have that kind of radar for those who have entered my sphere!

    My professional background is homoeopathic medicine - minimal dosing for maximum effect. I wholeheartedly support you in listening to what your body needed and not the overdosing that was taking place. That mantra about 'finishing the course' applies only to antibiotics. Now just keep distance, wear mask outside home, rest as much as needed... wishing healing vibes your way!!! YAM xx

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    1. Thanks, Yamini. It feels good to be within the caring field of certain people like you. I'm sure that sort of feeling heals better than medicines.

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  4. You're lucky you got a mild covid. Wish you a fast recovery. Over medication , why do they do that? To grab money or incompetence?

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    1. I'm not sure about the motive. Medicine is big business, no doubt. Just stand before any hospital's dispensary for a few minutes and you will be overwhelmed by the amounts paid by patients just for medicines - thousands, no less. Each day any hospital here sells medicines worth lakhs!

      There could be some incompetence too. It's safe to prescribe many medicines and hope for some of them to work.

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  5. Take care Sir...Lucky to have a mild covid and you dischaged in 4 days..

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  6. Wish you speedy recovery, Tomichan Matheikal.. Lucky it has gone as mild attack on you.. Please take all the care required!

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