Living a healthier lifestyle doesn’t mean you have to go around being dirty and smelly all the time because every personal care product will harm you in some way.
If you are comfortable living like that then I admire you for your choice!
I admit, there are times when I let my personal hygiene take a back seat. Like that summer I lived in Vermont and worked on a dairy farm. As long as I cleaned up good once a week I felt accomplished since the shower was grosser than the manure I walked through.
When I got steady access to internet 2 1/2 years ago (I know, dark ages…I won’t tell you how long it took me to start texting) my world got a whole lot bigger! I ran out of a particular ingredient: Googled it. I discovered this weird weed growing in my lawn: Googled it. My tomatoes didn’t look quite right: Googled it. I asked my husband a question he didn’t know: “Why don’t you Google it?”
Well that’s a dumb question! Your doctor is your doctor, of course!
But what if I told you that the word “doctor” comes from the Latin word meaning “teacher?”
Now, how would you answer the question, “Who is your doctor?”
I only recently learned of this meaning myself. So in my mind I journeyed back through all my doctor visits. On most occasions I left the doctor’s office with a feeling of helplessness and no answers to the simple questions I had. Once, when I was 16 and celibate, I was berated for my choice of no birth control. Another time I saw a doctor about horrendous PMS. I was offered the Pill. That’s it. No education on hormones, imbalances, or endometriosis.