Medicine and Taste -

I have guzzled nearly 20 oz of cough syrup these past several days, swallowed enormous antibiotics and their associated probiotics, renewed acquaintances with Zinc, C, K, and Mucinex, all while also considering the associated gut trauma that taking these meds (and this terrible cold) cause. No appetite, no taste, no smell, no desire, just lingering between tissue and toilet paper, bed and couch, snot head and med fog. 

I often tell my patients to make their daily meds, that often trigger ridiculously awful side-effects, their friends, particularly because they will be together for a very long time, as well as because they're meant to help rather than hinder. So give the med a name or a positive characteristic, and take them with robust rather than drudge. Ingest kindness. 

Yesterday I was talking with two sisters about Karma - what goes around, comes around. What the mind thinks tends to be realized. Positive thinking. The conversation turned to, "Getting a taste of our own medicine." And of course, this phrase has a negative connotation to it - "Well, now they can get a taste of their own medicine." "I hope he'll get a taste of his own medicine, he'll see." And we think of this as bitter nasty medicine. 

But - why would we ingest bitter nasty medicine? If I want a taste of my own medicine, it better darn well be scrumptious, or at least cherry-flavored. This what I better be ready to share. 

So the meds I've been taking - they're awesome; they're the bomb-diggity; they are filled with goodness and healing and wonder and miracles, and I am forever grateful for them. 

And today I will give others what I want to receive, a taste of my own yummy meds. 

Amen. Cough, cough, where's the tissue?