Before we go into any real depth on this subject, you should be informed that all medical services performed by any neighborhood Dr. Wak-wak are not covered by any medical insurance up to and including PhilHealth or Obamacare (If still in the US). Their services are strictly cash. So don’t bother filing any claim.
Dr. Wak-wak is schooled in the arts of healing using old but tried and true cures passed down from generation to generation. This is not quackery. If my blood pressure spikes, my wife will go to the yard and get some lemon grass and boil it like tea and within 10 or so minutes it (Blood Pressure) drops back to normal. And it tastes kinda’ good too! I still take my prescribed medicine every morning but I have a funny (But true) story about that…
Two years ago I was prescribed a medicine for my hypertension, which was a bit of a shock as to why I would be troubled by that? It’s not like I have any stress in my life. Also I was prescribed a pill to lower my cholesterol. Both medicines were on the same script.
90 days later the script was refilled but an error was made (By whom I don’t know but I’ll accept the blame) and for the next 1.5 years I took the cholesterol pill everyday and not the one for hypertension. While at lunch with friends we guys were sitting on the outside veranda partaking of adult beverages, and the ladies were discussing the old guy’s medical ailments and the pills we each took, when our friend’s wife said she took the same pill I took, but hers was for cholesterol. So I never really took any Hypertension medicine. (Maybe I never needed it?)
But if you’re wondering my cholesterol levels were fantastic. But I can only guess that Dr. Wak-wak and her Lemon Grass Tea is the only reason I never had a stroke. I’ll let you decide, because I just don’t know.
All is right with my meds again, but don’t assume for a millisecond that I’ll give up my morning Tea.
This week another medical problem has raised it ugly head, true I have Tri-Care from my Navy days, and the Bay Point Hospital has an excellent staff that I trust very much. But Dear God it’s a full two days of going here for this test, and upstairs for that test and the lab for a bunch of more tests. Well you know what I mean. The only test that is really required is a blood test to verify my white blood cells are fighting an infection, which I already knew. But what ailment are you yammering on about, you long winded Paul?
I woke up one morning and there growing on my “BACK” (No, not my Gluteus Maximus)! I have the most painful boil I’ve ever had, (Hell it might be the first I’ve ever had I really don’t know, but damn it hurts) it is the size of Mount Pinatubo and equally as hot and burning. The discomfort is preventing me from my required social time with my friends. Oh the humanity!
But to the rescue arrives Dr. Wak-wak, first the affected area must be poked and prodded looked at and studied. Paul, it’s a boil, but they had another name that I let slide by as like with Typhoons, one name for it, was enough.
The remedy is a poultice, made of secret ingredients and magical potions. Hey, I saw the Aloe Vera they carried into the house, blow smoke on someone else’s ailment. I know Aloe Vera is good stuff, I’ve been to Hawaii.
A fresh application every three hours, reexamined each time and Dr. Wak-wak called for a consultation. (No charge) I later found out that the person they called had the same ailment last year and they were checking to find out what her cure was. Well for the first time that made sense to me. But I do wish the poking and prodding would stop soon.
I’m confined to my house, with no canned consumables in my future, as long as I’m on the mend. (Once more) Oh the humanity…
For my long and fun years in the Philippines you could fall through the door of any apothecary, druggist, chemist; or pharmacist and mumble the name of the cure (drug) you wanted and just purchase it. But economics has reared its large and greedy head, and the kibosh has been put on that. Schooled Doctors teamed up with the government and even for an anti-biotic a prescription is required. It seems that Doctors were losing “Money” the old way. But I found my Dentist has the power to issue script, and a phone call and send someone down to pick it up works well under the “New Normal.” There is always a way or a shortcut in this land of enchantment.
If you’ve noticed over the years I normally include pictures with my LiP articles, but I could not fathom anyone wanting to see that thing festering on my back? (Not my Gluteus Maximus!!!) I mean even I have no need to see that.
I have not yet gotten old enough to sit with the boys at the American Legion and compare ailments BM’s and operation scars over a cold beer with each other. And by all that’s holy may a Jeepney strike me down if I ever do. That reminds me of Florida with the retirees’ at the Shuffle Board Court.
Now a list of my particular “Dr. Wak-Wak’s: Of course my wife and all her sisters, my Daughter, with consultations from my Granddaughter and a couple of nieces and a few Purok ladies. I’m not sure if the male gender can join in? Anyway they would just prescribe a Red Horse and then soak it.
So if hit with any non-life threatening medical situations, don’t panic, Call Dr. Wak-Wak, you’ll be fine!