I know too many things, like why people get headaches, that infections can be deadly, and brain injuries are more than a bump on the brain. And while I won’t go into details, I know the effects of taking pain medication, and what it can do to your body. I guess it’s the joy of having had many problems.
It’s also the joy of the internet, and a little trauma of a too-curious writer.
Having a recent foot injury, I did a little research. It seems I have an infection, possibly caused by an old fracture. I’m being treated with antibiotics, which is what the internet said would happen. But there’s more to it than that.
The internet went on to tell me that many antibiotics no longer work as well as they used to. Drugs in our society have been so overused that infections are becoming immune. Kind of scary, huh?
I started thinking about this and what it could mean, and I got a little nauseous. What if the infection spread? What if the drugs didn’t work? What would happen then? I read more.
And then I stopped. Maybe I didn’t want to know. They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. I can see why. That little bit of knowledge fed my brain, just like the bacteria in my body fed the infection. My imagination went wild, and I pictured all kinds of scenarios.
The internet, with its many facts and figures, can’t tell the whole story. It didn’t know I had a fracture. The doctor discovered that on an x-ray. It also didn’t know I had allergies to medications. I needed a doctor for that. It doesn’t know my health status, or how well I take care of my body. Only another human would know.
It wasn’t only the medical information I received from the doctor that was helpful, it was the reassurance that I would be okay. It was the calm, quiet, comforting help of a human helping another.
There’s nothing on the internet that ever can replace that.
I think I’m done with researching medical issues. It’s too scary. I’m going go of a little dangerous knowledge, and leave it to the experts. It’s simpler that way.