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Getting a ‘Tox’ Refund

Well, well – I’ve been feeling pretty smart over the past few days. I was miserably sick for about 7 days. Flu? Nope. Random, debilitating depression? Not a chance. The best reason I can figure for this random, week-long illness was (seriously) because of a detox mud treatment, called the Hungarian Spa Kur, I received at a local spa. I purposely chose a homeopathic, natural path to alleviating stress and prevent myself from getting sick in the first place. Nicely done, right? I mean with all the toxins and pollution out there I thought maybe I could do my body good.

Detox Mud Treatment? Umm, never again.

Heidi, one of our opmom.com members, is also concerned about pollution in our city. She recently started a MomCircle on being Environmentally Conscience where Joanie says “I am getting really serious about going Green.” She encourages others to figure out their carbon footprint and take some simple steps towards leaving a smaller ecological footprint. All good advice, which is why I think for now I’ll just stick to recycling and carpooling.

I’m typically a one-Tylenol sort of gal. When my son was born, they gave me a labor-inducing treatment that was supposed to take about 24-48 hours to take effect… and there I was 15 minutes later in full labor. So needless to say I am super sensitive to outside forces. Fast forward and I’m in bed for 7 awesome-tastic days, treating my body to two cycles of antibiotics in the process to get “well.” And no, dear friends, the irony of antibiotics saving me from homeopathy wasn’t lost on me as I lay there for a week.

Back To My Nightmare

I posted a talk in one of my favorite groups on opmom.com, Alternative Medicine, and asked what others have experienced after a detox mud bath. Leslie says “I have a sister who is a nurse and she tells me those detox things are hogwash???” Thanks Leslie, I know now this is true for me too.

The spa blames the evil toxins I was carrying around in my body, which their treatment “successfully” released and subsequently wreaked havoc on my body. If it really takes a week to get all those toxins out of your system, the sign at the reception desk should read, “Dear Patient: Here for a Detox? Clear your Schedule.”

Evil Toxins Released!?

But still, I don’t want to sit here and just bash homeopathic detox treatments. The reason I did this in the first place was because so many people I know and trust swear by it. But for me, it just sent me running back into the arms of Dr. Pfizer or Merck or whoever else makes those antibiotics that aren’t offered in an affordable generic substitute. Which reminds me, I’m craving a yogurt.