Most of us, no matter what we do for a living, want to talk only about our successes. Failures make us seem like we have no idea what the hell we’re doing and frankly, you just feel like a fool. For me the more I’ve fallen flat on my face the more I’ve learned about homeopathy and ultimately myself in the process.
In my 1st months of volunteering with HHA, I went out to a clinic that we only visit once a month. While there I saw a patient who had been deaf but had gotten a homeopathic medicine that had restored her hearing except she was still complaining that it felt like she had a scab in her ear and if she could just get it out her hearing would be 100%. She also had ringworm on her joints,( knees, elbows, shoulder wrist..etc.) I took a look at the list of homeopathic medicines she’d had so far, plugged in all her symptoms in my computer program and decided to give her Psorinum as it looked like the right medicine that covered all her symptoms. I was so confident in my prescription I KNEW nothing could go wrong.
We get back to clinic the following month and she comes marching in, giving me the stare down, eyes on death ray beam. She has gone DEAF! I FREAKED!
She’s in the clinic and she’s screaming at me because she cant hear. I’m trying to calm her down and calm myself down in the process. My translator asks her a question, she turns to her grandson who had come to clinic with her, and he yells it in her ear and she yells back. The whole clinic is in chaos. She keeps yelling she wants her hearing back and that her hearing was good before I came there. In the meantime I’m in a total panic and scrambling to find something to give her that will restore her hearing, all the while contemplating whether or not to call the directors of the program. The whole time I’m under the death ray stare down. And I can’t think.
Finally, I’m able to get the whole story of whats happening with her ears and I find out its been draining goop for the past month. I decide to let the prescription stand as it means her body is discharging whatever is in her ear and hope the following month her hearing comes back. She never came back to my clinic, and in a way I was glad because I was having anxiety attacks just thinking about her. I don’t know whatever happened with her hearing but I questioned myself for days after that. What did I do wrong, should I have given her a different medicine, and should I have stuck to my prescription?
This experience taught me that when we fail at the things we feel we are good at, it doesn’t mean you’re a total dumbass, it just means there is still a lot to learn.
>
