Bob66
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I honestly believe a person can help themselves get better by thinking positively. Our minds are our greatest organ in our body.
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The Placebo Effect certainly proved (s) that most of it IS dependant upon our BELIEF system... Here is a true story I never forgot, came out of my little Kansas hometown. "Old Lady Wolf" developed a horrible looking ulcer on her leg. Slow to go to the doctor, she did upon the insistence of her sons. He gave her a prescription to use. Upon finding out from the druggist that it would cost $7, she refused to buy it. (this was back in the 40's) She went shopping that afternoon and lo and behold she came upon what appeared to be THE SAME THING for only 14 cents a bottle. She bought it and used it. It cleared up the ulcer. She went back to the dr, waved the empty bottle under his nose and said
"SEE!! You tried to charge me too much!"
This story made the New England Journal of Medicine under 'miracle cures due to psychological beliefs.' Old Lady Wolf cured her leg ulcer using a bottle of Windex. By all medical explanations it never should have worked and should have made it worse. But, nope, she had full faith she had found 'the same medicine but cheaper.'
"SEE!! You tried to charge me too much!"
This story made the New England Journal of Medicine under 'miracle cures due to psychological beliefs.' Old Lady Wolf cured her leg ulcer using a bottle of Windex. By all medical explanations it never should have worked and should have made it worse. But, nope, she had full faith she had found 'the same medicine but cheaper.'
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15 years ago, some people pulled me off the operating room onto a gurney. (Just a gall bladder removal.) Somehow they managed to pinch a nerve between two of my vertebra in the middle of my back. (It's not like they mishandled me. Pro football players have gone on the injury list for sneezing or bending over, and the same thing happened to them.) When I woke up, my back hurt more than the incisions or the place where they cut off the gall bladder. My surgeon had a puzzled look on his face. Within 24 hours, the back pain hit the front, instead of the back -- right around my waist. Many attempts have been made to fix it (and no one knew what went wrong until last May), but it never "fixed."
Once it was established it wasn't going to get fixed, I went on pain pills and read many books on how to deal with chronic pain. All the books gave a variety of ideas, but each one had one bit of advice in common -- get your mind onto something else.
Doing that (and pain pills) has helped me adapt. It also got me writing my first novel. (Still working on it.) Another piece of advice in one book helped me too -- laugh, at least once a day. In a long-about way, that too started me writing my first novel. It's a bad day, if I only laugh once. Most things I find infinitely humorous, especially watching me do stuff most people take for granted, or me forgetting to do stuff most people don't have to think about doing. (I actually get so involved with what I'm thinking, I forget to take a shower sometimes. lol)
I don't know if that's thinking positive, but it's helped me get over myself.
Funny thing (as most things are to me lol), I recently had to change doctors, so in telling this doctor what's wrong with me, she thought she'd try to fix it. Someone living on pain pills tends to have to be more compliant than most patients. I went along with everything she said (except surgery), which made me come back to face the pain again. (You really can't tell a doctor if the pain is better or worse, unless you take the time to notice.) I've been in incredible pain the entire time doctors were trying to help me. Hubby has CFS and balancing problems, so we have to help each other all the time. The pain was so bad, I couldn't help scootch out the frig, when he needed my help. That was the day I quit doing everything doctors wanted me to do. Two weeks later, and I'm back to where I was.
Now, if we could just teach doctors when to leave pain alone. lol
Once it was established it wasn't going to get fixed, I went on pain pills and read many books on how to deal with chronic pain. All the books gave a variety of ideas, but each one had one bit of advice in common -- get your mind onto something else.
Doing that (and pain pills) has helped me adapt. It also got me writing my first novel. (Still working on it.) Another piece of advice in one book helped me too -- laugh, at least once a day. In a long-about way, that too started me writing my first novel. It's a bad day, if I only laugh once. Most things I find infinitely humorous, especially watching me do stuff most people take for granted, or me forgetting to do stuff most people don't have to think about doing. (I actually get so involved with what I'm thinking, I forget to take a shower sometimes. lol)
I don't know if that's thinking positive, but it's helped me get over myself.
Funny thing (as most things are to me lol), I recently had to change doctors, so in telling this doctor what's wrong with me, she thought she'd try to fix it. Someone living on pain pills tends to have to be more compliant than most patients. I went along with everything she said (except surgery), which made me come back to face the pain again. (You really can't tell a doctor if the pain is better or worse, unless you take the time to notice.) I've been in incredible pain the entire time doctors were trying to help me. Hubby has CFS and balancing problems, so we have to help each other all the time. The pain was so bad, I couldn't help scootch out the frig, when he needed my help. That was the day I quit doing everything doctors wanted me to do. Two weeks later, and I'm back to where I was.
Now, if we could just teach doctors when to leave pain alone. lol