Shingles and the medicine man-Part 2

In my previous post, I discussed going to a local herbal medicine man to have a case of shingles treated. Who knew my having chicken pox when I was 9 would cause me to have shingles now?

The first visit I was told was one of three. After skipping yesterday, however, I thought maybe I got the communication wrong. Easy to do here. But, no, I was hustled once again today to see the medicine man.

When we arrived, he was treating a crying baby for what seemed like a stomach ache. It was then I realized my doc could not stand straight. He walked at a 90-degree angle, always looking at the ground.

Anyway, he went through the same routine of ‘blowing’ a white substance on my rash. He literally drinks the liquid and then sprays it on you with his mouth. Then the orange-brown ointment was applied to the rash.

This time I brought a real camera:


Non’s friend outside the ‘doctor’s’ office. No really, this is his office.


Where the medical help occurs – the main (only?) office. Doctor’s bench on the right.


The doc loves his birds, even though it must be really hard to see them given his twisted body. I counted at least 7 different kinds, among maybe 15 cages.


The doc’s work bench


This is the doc’s permanent posture. Here he is pouring the white liquid that he will spray on my rash.


I have n idea what is in these, although I think the clear liquid may be alcohol. The salve I’m guessing in tumeric-based but I have no idea what else is in it.


Just a cute dog next to doc’s house that was pure mean when I tried to be friendly.

The jury is still out on whether this herbal treatment is working. Seems to me the rash is worse, but not bailing yet.

About 2bagsandapack

Lifetime journalist, author, magazine editor and publisher, now semi-retired and traveling the world. My plan, after living in Costa Rica for 14 months, was to visit a new country in southern Europe every three months to experience the culture and the challenge of adapting to a new environment, while on a fixed income. That plan was sidetracked when I was offered a job in Indonesia, providing an opportunity to explore Asia. Indonesia lasted for a 4 wonderful years but I have now moved on to Hua Hin, Thailand.
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