Years ago, I fired all my doctors. There was a time when I was a walking medicine cabinet. I took pills for everything. My handbag was always heavy with aspirin, immodium, allergy pills, and of course Xanax, because you never know when a day will turn bad. I carried Prozac and Luvox, Trazadone and Paxil, plus creams and salves for the rashes and itchies that all those pills caused me. I spent a fortune on doctors and pharmaceuticals, and yet was sick much of the time. For most of my life I've been uninsured, so doctors and pharmacists got the bulk of my money. I ran to the doctor for everything, expecting them to keep me healthy.
Then one day, I became defiantly angry. I was sick and tired of always being sick and tired. I decided to take back my own medical power, and began to learn to take responsibility for my own health. I signed up for an herbalist certification course and learned to make my own medicines out of the roots, stems, and leaves of common plants. I threw away all of my pills.
