Several weeks ago, a friend of mine got the flu. Someone publicly recommended to her that she take Oscillococcinum for it. Oscillococcinum is a homeopathic remedy; it’s sugar pills, into which duck liver has supposedly been dissolved.
The thing about this “medicine,” though, is that it’s diluted to 200c, which is according to Wikipedia a
a ratio of one part duck guts to 10400 parts water. To have a pill with ONE MOLECULE of the duck guts left in it would require more molecules of pill than the number of total molecules of ANYTHING in the entire universe.
The homeopath’s explanation for this is that the solvent “remembers” the duck guts. That it takes on some measure of duck-gutness, and that ghost of duck offal is what heals you when you’re sick.
Somehow, the water doesn’t remember being used to brush teeth, flush toilets, wash garbage down the gutter. Somehow it’s supposed to know what specifically to remember. Because we want it to, or some other similar woo.
Basically, homeopathy is complete bullshit.
So I warned my friend off. I said, don’t go to the pharmacy, maybe getting someone else sick with this flu or picking up a new illness yourself. Stay home, rest, keep warm, drink lots of clear fluids.
And then, as the flu was just starting to go around, I went to my own FB profile and I mad a quick little post, linking to the Wikipedia page on Oscillococcinum and warning people that it’s not medicine, and that depending on it is useless.
And I clicked submit and I forgot about it. Weeks passed.
And then last night, I get a comment on that weeks-old post from a complete stranger, who shares no mutual friends with me. I’m not even sure how she found it. And she starts in like that, that’s her first comment on this wall of someone she’s never met.
Before she deleted, she suggested that I should “read some articles” and educate myself, and keep an open mind, and here’s what I have to say about that.
I was raised by a homeopath. My mother was obsessed with herbal cures, and our bathroom closet was stuffed
with sugar pills of fifty varieties, for nausea and sore throat, for
headaches, for muscle aches, for fever and cold, and I grew up being
told “raise your tongue!” so she could drop a couple of globules of
chalky powdered sugar in my mouth, under the tongue, where they’d
dissolve and make my teeth feel weird for twenty minutes.
I was raised by a woman who, when my brother went into anaphylactic shock after an insect bite, called her chiropractor.
When
my five-year-old sister got bacterial strep, Mom decided to treat it
with sugar pills. The sickness went systemic, and my sister–in the Nineties! In the USA!–got scarlet fever, and very nearly died of it. She tottered
around the house as bent as an old woman, her skin plastered with the
sign of the disease, and my mother, FINALLY having got her some
antibiotics said “We’ll just have to see.” It was touch and go. Because
my mother trusted pseudoscientific idiocy over taking her badly-fevered child to a damn doctor.
When at the
age of eleven I started waking up at night with sharp, sickening stomach
cramps, my mother treated it with strawberry tea, and yes, more sugar
pills. This variety was called “nux vomica,” and if it there were actually
any of the active ingredient left in the pills, it would be labelled
“strychnine.” But of course, it was so diluted that there was no
difference whatsoever between those sugar pills, and the sugar pills she
made us take for muscle aches. She treated my stomach cramps this way
for two weeks, until abruptly I became delirious with fever and began
projectile vomiting. Later on, after my emergency appendectomy, I heard
the doctor scolding her; if I’d been so much as twenty minutes later to
the ER, he said, I’d be dead.
There are absolutely
some herbal remedies which are helpful, in conjunction with modern
medicine. I drink chamomile tea on the hard days, I use Tiger Balm on
my martial-arts-related aches and pains, I might drink marshmallow tea
with honey for a sore throat.
But the sugar pills are dangerous bullshit, and relying on them gets people killed.