Spring Beltane Moon
Kate is home and her arm (cellulitis) looks much better. Still a ways to go both on the antibiotics and healing, but the right direction. Among the vagaries of strong antibiotic treatment is its kill all nature. Like Round-up can’t tell the difference between weed and grass, most antibiotics can’t tell the difference between the pathogens and the friendly flora and fauna of your gut.
As a large symbiotic organism with literally billions of helper one-celled creatures throughout our body, it’s not a good idea to kill the guest-workers. It would be sort of like throwing all the immigrants in jail (or deporting them) that you need to do the work in agriculture, manufacturing and domestic services. Oh, wait…
How does the old song go? You don’t know what you’ve got ’til its gone. The digestive tract needs these wee beasties, needs them bad. When they get killed off in sufficient quantities, the intestinal tract can get thrown way outta whack.
Now, I’m not sayin’ the cure is worse than the disease, but at certain points in time it can feel like a toss up. This very problem can cause cancer patients to push away chemo-therapy, concluding that in this case, in spite of a terrible disease, that the cure is worse.
A lot of medicine relies on harsh chemicals, the internal equivalents of pesticides, fungicides and herbicides. It’s popular in some circles to acknowledge this and give a blanket condemnation of Western medicine. This kind of criticism only makes sense in a world where dying from an infection triggered during gardening seems impossible. Why impossible? Because we have the harsh chemicals to combat the even harsher outcomes of untended infection.
Overuse has begun to erode our edge against infections, so we might again have an era when the yearning will be for the time when we could beat stuff back.