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