I think I am probably the only medical student in the face of the planet who doesn't really believe in conventional medicine. Although I understand its importance, a lot of the time I find that conventional doctors cause more harm than good. Unless it's for my yearly physical or an I-can't-fix-it-myself problem, you won't see me spending too much time in one of their offices.
Don't misunderstand me though. I will not under any circumstance say that traditional medicine is a pseudo science nor that it doesn't deserve to exist; however, I feel that preventive medicine and alternative medicine are the way to go. This is one of the reasons why I want to be a nutritionist: I believe that this is where our health ends and begins.
Anyway, today I had to go fix a mistake on my schedule for the summer semester, which by the way started yesterday. This morning I woke up not feeling like myself though. The 30 minutes it ususally takes me to get ready turned into an hour 15. The two breakfasts I eat before I am even out the door were just one and I felt like my head had been used as a bowling ball and my body was just tingly all over-in a bad way. I had witnessed Ivan go through this very same thing last week so I knew it was THE COLD.
Going to school to take care of anything is a process. Everything takes hours and hours and hours and to this day I'm not sure if this is due to understaffing, incompetence or negligence. Either way, I had to go take care of this problem because as unenthusiastic as I am about taking yet another Physics course, I must. So I went, cold and all.
After 5 hours going from line to line to line, my body was killing me. I told the woman "look, I've been here for 5 hours. I'm hungry, I am tired and I'm sick. All I need is for you to add this one class to my course load so I can go home, make myself some soup and have some honey with lime. That's it." The woman looks at me like I am retarded and tells me to go to the drugstore next door and get some medicine. I said "thanks but no thanks. I don't believe in self medicating", so she says "get a prescription from either of those guys over there (pointing towards these guys who have been "doctors" for a whole three days)". Once again, I said no because I am not SICK, I just have a cold and all I need is soup, honey, fluids and bed.
Well, apparently my position about what goes into my body might have offended a few doctors and some doctors-to-be because what began as a simple "please help me add a class so I can get soup and honey" conversation escalated into a discussion about why I want to be a doctor if I don't believe in cold medicine.
Frankly, that was the most retarded argument I have ever had.
I've always thought that really smart people probably lacked something somewhere. I used to lean towards emotional intelligence but it's ocurred to me today that really smart people, in this case doctors, lack common sense and ingenuity or if at some point they had it, they probably lost it along the way. Maybe that's what happens when you take too many Chemistry courses and not enough anthropology...