I have a confession to make. I like medicines. I like the way they remove pain and discomfort. But I often feel too embarrassed to admit this, as many of my friends womanfully struggle on through illness and ailment. And I really admire them. But unless I can flop on the sofa and vegetate in front of day time TV - not possible with my three kids! - and feel sorry for myself, I will take almost anything that makes me feel better.
Sometimes the guilt catches up with me and I try to avoid taking pills, especially antibiotics. The results are not pretty. A recent bout of sandpaper throat led to weeks of me being cross and grumpy with the kids and miserable with everyone else until I finally gave in, went to the GP, got the antibiotics, and then, like magic, I was better in 24 hours. In the meantime I spent a small fortune on lemsips, strepsils and chocolate biscuits. And piled back on all the pounds I'd lost since Christmas.
Alternative remedies have been recommended. Many of them expensive and most of them useless. At least for me. The only things that have helped at all are tea tree oil and Manuka honey. Oh and I do believe in food intolerances after discovering that the red weals on my legs were not caused by bed bugs or scabies, as the GP thought, but 'luckily' were due to an intolerance to citric acid...
My pill intake seems to rise steadily as the years go by. At 40, I just bought the occasional packet of Nurofen. But now that I have started to slowly disintegrate, I seem to need a growing arsenal of packets and pills to arrest my physical decline. My pill-popping also increased when I became a contract worker with no sick pay - it was cheaper to medicate myself to the max and keep going....
I'm not quite so keen on medicating the kids. Angel rarely takes anything now, but then she does have a long-standing relationship with the sofa in the living room. In her pretonsillectomy days she took enough antibiotics to be able to tell the GP whether she wanted the pink one (nice), the yellow one (ok) or the white one (gritty and horrid).
My special girl came home from hospital with a two page prescription. Now just a distant memory. Today Smiley just takes a couple of things to stop the snot, and a tiny dose of moviecol to help prevent constipation, the one thing that really upsets her.
My son still believes that a plaster and magic cream can cure most things. Just as well, as he complains of aches and pains almost every day!
So what do you do? How big is your medicine chest? Do you pop pills or do you tough it out when illness strikes?