Medicine

I wonder what my body would say if I were to ask it what is medicine?

I think the question might cause some confusion. You know, like when you know too many things at once to get clear on what you are thinking?

Maybe if I define what I mean.

Medicine is something that we take in order to feel better.

My body says: sunshine, raindrops on my face, the smell of flowers, crisp clean water, cuddling into my pillow...

No, no. Like a pill we take when we are sick in order to not be sick anymore.

My body says: a bit of sickness feeling in my upper belly.

Yes, like something I would take for that feeling.

My body says: feeling like being hugged….and the sick feeling going away. Tears.

Okay, let’s try the ACTUAL definition: the science or practice of the diagnosis, treatment, and prevention of disease (in technical use often taken to exclude surgery) or a compound or preparation used for the treatment or prevention of disease, especially a drug or drugs taken by mouth.

My body says: a heady feeling like pretending to be tall and intellectual, with a little giggle. And, a scared feeling in my solar plexus, deep scared, like something about that could be dangerous.

I’m sorry body. I wasn’t trying to scare you.

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