The first time I had to pick up a prescription while living down here I went to a drug store that had this rack of candy by the pharmacy. Candy in my mind, especially the shelf-stable gas station, have a treat while on a long drive kind of candy, is basically the opposite of medicine as it is meant to be. 

That being said, I went to the doctor today for my annual checkup and she suggested a pretty low level anti-allergy and anti-inflammation drug that she’s been prescribing for several decades. My inclination was to say no because my inclination is that the overwhelming majority of medicine is just not for me. 

There’s medicine that saves lives by fixing hearts and brains and blood and what not, but it just feels like most medicine, far from the miracles they were presented to be in the middle of the last century, are just a bunch of side-effect laden, barely better than placebo profit-mills for big businesses that will make you sick if it means they can eek out more profit.

My nose doesn’t work quite right. It was broken when I was a kid and it was only sort of fixed, now I’m experiencing some issues with allergies that are exacerbated or even caused by that past trauma. To me, in my mind, the solution is some sort of exercise, some sort of herb, some sort of ongoing treatment, a pill just seems too dang convenient. It seems impossibly convenient, really. Too good to be true, even. 

I’ll be picking up my prescription tomorrow, but I’ll also be doing a bit of research and we’ll see what we see. Maybe it’ll help and my position will be irrevocably shifted. That’d be nice because it’d mean I wouldn’t be sneezing so dang much.