I’m Sick But Not For Long!

I’ve sworn off Western medicine. I turned 30 about two months ago, and I turned sick that very day. Since then I have sneezed and coughed and hacked and moaned and slept and sweated and thirsted and chapped and whimpered and hiccupped and prayed and lied and groaned and cursed and denied and accepted and determined to get better. But I haven’t yet.

Used to, when one would get sick, the doctor, commonly called “Doc”, would arrive at your door. He’d lumber down out of his wagon—or she if you hap...