Mom, I will be seventy years old in two years. Also suffered from rheumatoid arthritis for more than 20 years. I never stopped seeking medical advice. I have been using drugs in regular hospitals and clinics. Although there is no possibility of cure, it is good to alleviate the pain and control it to be more serious. At least now, walking is not restricted, and self-care is not a problem.
Some time ago, my sister and a colleague from a long time ago met at a dinner party. During the dinner, this colleague was full of energy and drank heartily. This is a picture that I have never seen before.
Former colleague Chen Ge, about 50 years old, is engaged in the sales industry. Working and socializing all the year round, drinking and staying up late is common. Just turned 40 years old, and found joint deformation caused by alcoholic hepatitis, arthritis and gout. Limp along. Because of the pain, he quit his job and could not drink for many years.
Nowadays, we walk with big strides, toast each other, be honest and generous, and never shirk. Restore your mental state to your previous healthy state. Many familiar people are asking why in a caring tone.
There is nothing to hide, but he met a very good Chinese doctor. After more than half a year of cupping, plastering and Chinese medicine treatment, he recovered.
Hearing this, my sister immediately asked for the phone number. After the phone call, the doctor said three addresses, and the latest one was "He Herbal Medicine" in Caijiaba Farmers Market.
In our impression, a famous old Chinese doctor must be a white-haired old man, either dressed in Chinese tai chi suit, or wearing a white coat, two or three facades, an information desk, a large row of medicine cabinets, and the room is full of herbs.
Through the map query, we drove more than 40 kilometers to the vicinity of the vegetable market. Around the facade, around the market, around twice. I searched every facade, but I couldn't find the pavement of this signboard.
I called again, only to know that it was at the stall in the farmer's market.
The farmer's market here is in the suburbs, and it doesn't open until Wednesday, Saturday and September. Every time the market opens, it's really lively. People who come here to buy fresh vegetables, fruits and meat are jostling with each other, and it takes a few minutes every ten meters. I accidentally stepped on someone's heel several times and apologized again and again.
Looking around, I finally saw a signboard: a soft advertising cloth two or three meters long and 50 centimeters wide. The old one is a little vague, with the words "He Herbs" printed on it.
Look at the "shop", which is a booth of more than ten square meters. A cargo platform supported by wooden frames and boards is filled with various herbs: angelica, astragalus, dried tangerine peel and Eucommia ulmoides ... each bag contains more than 100 different Chinese medicines, which are neatly placed on the cargo platform.
We laymen can't see the quality of medicinal materials, but the color is bright, the freshness is worthy of recognition, and there are no moldy and rotten products.
There are more than a dozen plastic stools next to the cargo platform, and seven or eight patients are waiting for treatment. Some are in plaster, some are cupping their legs with cupping devices, and some are waiting to get medicine.
There are several fresh herbs on the ground in front of the left, many of which we can't name.
Look at the boss and the doctor, there is no gray hair and beard, and there is no tai chi suit white coat. He is a handsome man in his forties, wearing a T-shirt and trousers, and is busy taking medicine for his pulse. This assistant is his wife, a beautiful lady of the same age and well-proportioned. Busy greeting patients, cupping and sticking plaster on patients. The couple have no chance to be free.
To tell the truth, when I saw this ordinary stall, my heart was cold and I felt a little rejected. Maybe what happened to my cousin Shu Hui has always been a shadow in my heart. Maybe it's too different from what I imagined, giving people a feeling of unease. But I have a glimmer of hope when I think about the current state of my former colleagues.
Looking at a dozen small stools, there were only one or two left, so we quickly pulled them over and sat down, first to listen to others' views and feelings and see how they treated others.
I also have mild knee joint degeneration. I just went to the hospital to inject sodium hyaluronate some time ago, and the effect was not obvious. I'm hesitating whether to give it a try.