Vera Resnick-Weisz, DHom Med (Lic), IHM. Classical Homoeopathy. Local and online homoeopathic treatment available
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Rivka, a 38-year old woman who was coming to me for emotional issues, called to cancel her appointment.
“Again?” I asked. Rivka was always cancelling her appointments. And always for the same reason.
“Which one now?”
“The doc said strep?”
“Yep.” Deep, despairing sigh.
Rivka was a talented graphic artist. But she couldn’t work. She couldn’t get to work. By the time she had reached the highway, sometimes even before she started her car, her phone would have rung several times. The school. The kindergarten. Her husband who had agreed to organize the kids so she could make an early start.
It always started with one. That’s all it took. And it always sounded the same.
“Rivka, you’ll have to come back. I can’t get child 1 out to school. He’s running a fever and I have an important meeting at work.”
“Mrs Stein, you’ll have to come back. Your daughter is complaining of a sore throat.”
“Mrs Stein, you’ll have to come back. Your son says his head hurts, his everything hurts and he’s throwing up in the bathroom.”
And Rivka turned back. And the cycle began again.
Day 1: Take child 1 to the doctor. Do throat swab. Get antibiotics. Go home with child 1. Call work, say “it’s started again”. Work: “so it will be at least a week?” Rivka: “probably.” Call husband to see if he’ll be able to pick up some of the slack so she won’t lose her job. Tell him he will need to take time off on Day 4.
Day 2: Child 1 in bed, lethargic. Child 2 wakes complaining of sore throat. Rivka sighs, and calls the doctor. Asks them also to put in an appointment for the next day. She knows what’s coming. She can’t get help, so she pulls Child 1 out of bed, packs both children into the stroller and goes to the doctor. Throat swab. Antibiotics. Back home and two children in bed. Child 1 is lethargic. Child 2 is bright red and bouncing off the walls, burning up with high fever. Both kids complaining – child 1 is whimpering, child 2 is roaring. No sleep for Rivka tonight.
Day 3: Child 1 won’t stay in bed, getting some energy back. Child 2 in bed, exhausted from the day and night before. Child 3 wakes up complaining of headache and stomach ache. Rivka begs neighbor to look after Child 2, takes Child 1 and Child 3 to the doctor. A few more questions. Throat swab. Antibiotics. “Family size?” jokes the pharmacist. Rivka gives him a black look and stomps out. Some things just aren’t funny.
Day 4: Husband is getting ready to go to work. “But I asked you… I warned you…?” blurts Rivka, at the end of her tether. They wouldn’t give him the day off, but his mother’s coming in to help, he said. Rivka doesn’t know whether to laugh, cry or throw something. His mother is a very nice lady, but is 95 and gets around with a zimmer frame. And Child 4 has woken up complaining of a sore throat. And she knows if she sends Child 1 back to school, they will send him back within an hour. He’s much better, but he’s not well.
Wondering whether having an SUV is a blessing or a curse, she bundles all the children into the car, with her mother-in-law in the front seat, and the zimmer frame and strollers in the back. Getting everyone out and into the doctor’s office has turned into a major logistics nightmare. Her mother-in-law tells her how wonderful she is. Child 2 has thrown up in the back seat. Child 4 is repeating in a high voice “Mummy, it hurts, mummy, it hurts, mummy, it hurts”, like a mantra designed to drill through her skull. Then into the routine. Questions. Throat swab. Antibiotics. Added pleasure of clearing up the mess the kids made in the waiting room. Begging the nurse to keep an eye on the kids so she can take her mother-in-law to the bathroom. When she goes in to the pharmacy to get the antibiotics, the pharmacist goes white and silently hands her the pills. No-one will mess with Rivka today.
This time Rivka knew she couldn’t do the cycle again. She did not have the strength for it, and she had a major project coming up at work.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she cried on the phone. “Can you do anything?”
She said she hadn’t started the antibiotics yet. She brought the child in. I prescribed a remedy, which began its work within two hours.
She called soon after.
“Can I bring them all in?”
“Are they all sick already?” I asked.
They weren’t sick, yet, she said. But she could feel that it was going to happen, she could see symptoms starting in each one of them.
“Bring someone in with you to help keep an eye on them while you’re talking to me, and you can come tomorrow morning” I answered.
She came with an obliging friend and all four children the next day. I saw that it was as she said. The other children weren’t sick yet, but they were showing symptoms, many of them symptoms that homeopaths can use but that wouldn’t mean anything to the regular doctor. And where there are symptoms, a homeopath can work. It took a week or so for all the children to be clear of symptoms. They all received remedies. Rivka was used to being prescribed the same antibiotic for all the children, so she was surprised when each received a different remedy. None of them took antibiotics, but Rivka was under strict instructions to take them to the doctor to be checked out during the week.
Several months later, Rivka called. No, nothing was the matter, she said.
“I’m really calling to thank you,” she continued. “I just realized that even though it’s winter, I’ve actually been at work practically every day for the last couple of months. The kids have been fine, and sweet.”
I told her I was glad to hear it. It’s amazing what homoeopathy can do.
“Just one thing,” she added, “my husband has strep. But he doesn’t want an appointment, he says he doesn’t believe in homoeopathy…”
TO BE CONTINUED…