I don’t believe in homeopathy, the alternative medical discipline developed by Samuel Hahnemann in the 19th century, which is based on the principle of “like heals like”.
If you have a fever, a homeopath will prescribe something that, given to a healthy person, would cause a fever. The prescribed dose, and usually infused in tiny sugar globules, is extremely diluted with a ratio of 1:100000000.
Skeptics, and I am one of them, poop homeopathy and dismiss it as a placebo, with the prescribed dosages being so watered down that they are practically non-existent.
So I gave no credit to homeopathy, and I still don’t. Then, many years ago, in what was then Calcutta, I developed a chronic sore throat, an extremely painful condition that made me feel like I was swallowing broken razor blades. I saw a succession of doctors who ruled out tonsillitis and prescribed a range of powerful antibiotics.
When these didn’t cure me, allopathy shrugged its metaphorical shoulders and actually washed its hands of me. It was then that a friend, Ravi, suggested I try homeopathy. I don’t believe in all that nonsense, I replied. You don’t have to believe it, just try it, Ravi said. OK, I said, and full of cynicism and antibiotics I went to see a homeopath who asked me all kinds of questions about my preferences, did I like strongly flavored foods, did I had hot baths even in summer, etc.
He sent me away with a packet of small round pills which I took the first dose of that evening. That night, I had to rush to the bathroom half a dozen times.
When he was informed of this the next morning, the homeopath was elated. You are cured! he said. And I was. That was 35 years ago and I haven’t had a sore throat since.
Recently I had a bad attack of colitis. The antibiotics had side effects worse than the disease. I consulted a highly recommended homeopath in Delhi over the phone. She gave two types of little white golis to have three times a day for two weeks.
And, as mysteriously as it had come, the colitis disappeared within weeks.
No, I don’t believe in homeopathy. But, luckily, my body doesn’t believe my disbelief.
This article is meant to make you smile. Any connection to real life events and characters is coincidental.
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