It seems like medicine is something one cannot totally avoid taking. Even when one is not sick, there might be need to take some medicines to boost one’s immune system or to subside body pains and headache.
I have never been a fan of medicines. I rather go for injections or endure whatever I'm feeling if I can than to resort to drugs. They’re just a nightmare. Apart from the bitterness, they come in different colours and sizes that just gives me goose bumps.
When I'm sick and have to visit the health centre, I always make sure to ask if there was an injection alternative before accepting to take medicines. They ruin my taste buds and because I have to take most of them with meals, they ruin the taste of the food for me and as a result I end up loosing my appetite.
Due to my dislike for medicines, I have never finished a dosage for once, I take the drugs for the first two days and I feel like enough is enough! Taking drugs three times daily for 2 days straight, that’s just more than enough suffering that I'm willing to endure no matter how down I feel.
Sometimes, I feel like the discomfort from those medicines in a way slows down my recovery rate, so I quit.
Herbs on the other hand are just on another level. I feel like “dislike” isn’t good enough adjective to qualify what I feel about herbs.
Several years back, when we were much younger, my mum would come back with different kind of herbs, prepare it and made sure we took them. My siblings and I would protest but still end up taking those herbs as we did not want to get on her bad side.
This continued until one day, my mum brought a particular plant home. I don’t know what the name was but it had tiny green leaves. Someone had told her how powerful the herb was for human health so as usual, she brought it home!
She boiled this herb and at breakfast the next morning, she poured a substantial quantity into each of our cups and said we must finish the content before we could have breakfast.
Oh no! The breakfast was right in front of us but we couldn’t touch it until we had finished the herb. That herb was the most bitter thing I ever tasted in my entire life. Just a sip of it gave me goose bumps.
One after the other, we all struggled to take this bitter drink. I was the last to finish mine because I was the most intolerant of medicines. When we were done, my mum allowed us to have our breakfast but I never enjoyed the food. Throughout the whole day, all I had was bitter taste buds and goose bumps.
This particular time, my siblings and I felt like we've had it and so we embarked on a mission. We went through all the possible roads my mum could pass close to the house to look for that plant and removed them all. We made sure my mum never found anyone of those plants ever again and thankfully, she never did.
After that experience, I don’t think we ever really took herbs again. Today, I'm all grown and very happy that I can make my own decisions as regards medicines without anyone giving them as conditions before I ate my oh so yummy meals.
So what about you?
What are your reactions towards herbs and medicines in general?
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