A New Old Saying

Apparently a watched tree never ... um.....boils turns red?

I kid you not, this photo really was taken a week after the last photo. It looks even greener to me - you, too? Silly.

And now, I hear the clamoring. Everybody wants to know the magic. Do I really need to give you the regular disclaimers? I'm not a doctor, I don't even play one on TV, I'm not even an herbalist or a homeopath. I'm just a girl from Macon, Georgia...no, wait...that was somebody else.

I'm just a woman who was a sickly child and a sickly teenager and a sickly young adult, and until I took hold of my own health, I was sick. Doctors did not help me....EVER. They gave me lots of medicines to suppress symptoms, some of which were later taken off the market for causing liver disease and various other lovely (some unknown) things. And I kept getting sicker and sicker and they kept wanting to give me more and more drugs. You know: To counteract the effects of the other drugs. And more and more antibiotics and more and more steroids. And they wouldn't listen to me when they had given me a steroid nasal inhaler and I said to them, "something horrible is happening to me from this. I am gaining weight at a scary rate. I feel odd in my abdomen. Things feel really swollen and horribly painful in there. I'm having periods more often than I should, and the cramps and pain and bleeding are horrific. And I'm tired all the time and I feel SICK." 

"Can't happen," they said to me. "It's only local. And the dose is so low and so localized that you couldn't be having those side effects." 

Well, you know what? One day I woke up and I said, "BULLSHIT."  They don't know squat about my body.  SQUAT. And they don't care. So I started reading.