I could hear her smile over the phone. “Sure, I’m healthy. I’ve just got to lose a little weight.” I began asking her some questions, only to discover that she was on a host of medicines: one for high blood pressure, two for indigestion, one to help her sleep, one to help her wake up, and another to help her not be constipated.
I’m not sure she saw the disconnect. Do you?
This woman thought she was healthy because she could manage her symptoms with medicine. When did our definition of health become so skewed?