Unfortunatley, there are those out there who will pander to the hopeless and still sleep at night. I lived in VA Beach for 13 years...the home of Edgar Cayce and other New Age organizations. I have seen it all. There is a store there called the Heritage which sells organic food and other New Age products. Upstairs, they have and auditorium where there is an endless intinerary of speakers, alternative medical treatments, etc. One day a friend and I decided to attend a Women's Seminar on Alternative Health. The first thing we walked into was a standing room only section where a scrawny looking geek with the head the size of a satellite dish was hawking a machine to amputees that would emit radio waves and re-grow their limbs. The machine resembled a stereo speaker. OMG.
Next, we wander over to a woman who could 'stretch your aura, energize your chakras and...the best of all...detect diseases in your 'flatulance'. My friend and I just couldn't muster up a fart to blow into her bottle but I am still plagued to this day whether she could have diagnosed my fibro in all my stinky gas. NOT!
Once during a rolfing treatment (NEVER EVER try that. I swear I saw my dead grandmother) I noticed I was getting bitten by fleas. My friend the rolfer brought her dog every day to work. When I showed her the bites she said, "You must have gotten them someplace else." I have the Golden Arches of Light in every corner of this office. She points to these tiny, cardboard arches that are supposed to emit postive energy and reach a vortex in her ceiling...these arches also kill insects." Again, OMG!
You could get a high colonic on any street corner. Now, I'm all for massages, acupuncture, chiros...but I am appalled at what lengths some will go to to make a buck.
Fibro is a cruel and insidious disease. Those who don't have it and say "just don't think about it, or walk it off...take a nap...Play bingo at the church, that always makes me forget my problems..."
Someone should take these people, wrap them in fiberglass, tie them with a rope to the backend of a Jeep then drag them down a gravel road at 100MPH. Oh, then ask them if they want to play Bingo.
Different topic but when I was in labor for my twins that popped out a 6.5 lbs a piece, and after about ten hours screaming for Dr. Kevorkian, the nurse came in with a pain shot. They did that back then. My husband, now ex, was sitting in a chair reading a Sports Illustrated. He looks at the nurse and says "Does she really need that?" After the shot took off the edge, I motioned for the nurse and whispered, "Usher my husband into the hall, slam his dingus in an elevator door then press the 'up' button. Come back in about 4 hours and ask him if he'd like something for pain."
Some people jsut don't get it!
Donna