By Julie Crist, L. Ac.
Depending on whom you ask, about 55 million Americans do not have health insurance. The medical industry that kills 800,000 Americans every year--our leading cause of death--and gouges the rest of us, wants to make sure that you are suitably terrified of not having â€śhealth insurance,â€ť because if everybody caught on to the scam, it would put an end to their fountain of money.
My editorial offering this week might be a tad TMI for some readers, and thatâ€™s okay. Sometimes, in order to illustrate a point, you have to go there. No, Iâ€™m not about to describe the dirty details of deadline day here at the Statesman. You can unplug your dogâ€™s ears and pull up the blinds on the windows.
Iâ€™m going to talk about being a teenager. Remember that? Iâ€™m sure most of you do, even if youâ€™ve built enough walls around said memories to make Freud blanch with trepidation. Maybe youâ€™re a teenager reading this right now, and if you are, kudos, because this column is for you.
When I was in my teens, I was whole-heartedly predisposed to the notion that I had been born in the wrong time. Surely, I belonged in the days of Dorothy Parker and her intellect tank gathered at the Algonquin Round Table!
It never fails does it? With all the hustle and bustle of the holiÂ¬days, the parties, the shopping, the get-togethers with friends and families, some form of pestilence isnâ€™t far behind. It lurks in every hug, kiss and handshake, like an insidious in-law who deÂ¬cides to drop in unannounced for the season.
Yes, you are a sneaky little virus, Common Cold. And just like a manipulative in-law, you are just annoying enough so that youâ€™re unable to slap a restraining order on.
I think we have a tendency to treat old people like old dogs. Maybe we treat the old dogs better. At least they get fawned over and tossed a bone now and then (or in the case of my 13-year-old black lab, I have a coworker who occasionally brings her a small cup of plain Froyo and another who throws her more than one biscuit).
True or falseâ€”Lance Armstrong?
Since Lance Legend won his first Tour de France title back in 1999, there has been more than a little debate about whether or not those fetes of endurance and athletic prowess should be viewed from the yellow jersey of disingenuous derision.
In short, has Lance Icon been lying like another politician during election season?
Digestive Diseases Spike
How are your guts?
Since 1996, inflammatory bowel diseases are up 40 percent. This can include Irritable Bowel Syndrome, Spastic Colon, ColiÂtis, chronic constipation and indigestion, gas, bloating, leaky gut, â€śtouchy stomachâ€ť, or almost any sort of digestive problem you can imagine.
I see lots of people with digestive problems in my office. In fact, I would say almost no one comes in and says, â€śMy digestion is fantastic! I have daily bowel movements, no gas or bloating, and never any indigestion, nausea, or heartburn.â€ť
When memorializing someone the memory is anything but objective. Time goes by, other people experienced the same event or person differently, and you do your best to leave the past where it is and continue toward the next horizon.
A column about maternity? From the lady that ovulates gravel? Yep. Maybe itâ€™s because my uterus starts singing America the Beautiful every time I hear of a friend or acquaintance that has decided to enhance their family unit through adoption (kudos to the traditional fallopian pathway, but there are plenty of children all over the world that need a family to love).
I should probably preface everything I write with the followÂ¬ing:
â€śIf you are eating the Standard American Diet (SAD) and living the usual American sedentary lifestyle, then you are committing suicide, and the following information will not excuse you from the laws of biology.â€ť
So, that said, there are two sides to every story, and medicine is no exception.