Alright, alright. I will be the first to admit that I am a big hater when it comes to all things hippie. You know, the natural, earth-friendly products that seem to be very popular...Especially in Portland. In my mind its a fad, and I try to stay away from fads. Well not anymore - At least not this one.
I am starting to become a believer that sometimes natural is better. I'm talking about essential oils. These are little vials of magic. I've always known that they have healing properties but I've quickly dismissed using them myself, mainly because it was too much effort. Its not like you can go into Safeway and pick up a bottle of Melaluca oil. You actually have to know where to get it. Come to find out, it’s actually not that hard. You can find them at pretty much every health store. But that's beside the point.
After being urged by a few family members to give essential oils a shot, my sister finally sent me a sample pack. Yes, she knows me well. If you want me to try something, you actually have to give it to me. If it’s any inconvenience for me at all, I won't try it. So if you put it directly into my possession then I am completely open to it. Yes, its laziness on my part and no, I probably won't change.
About a month ago, I received my care package of oils from my sister. I read through the guides and quickly familiarized myself with each oil that she sent me. Apparently they help everything from the sniffles, to MS, to indigestion, to back pain, to warts. Warts?!?! Hmm. Forget about important things like helping my back pain. I'm interested in what it can do for warts!
This is kind of gross but I have had a wart on the bottom of my foot for as long as I can remember. Nothing will kill this stupid thing. I've tried everything. Seriously! Its so embarrassing. Every time I get pedicures they always scratch at it and then whisper in Chinese to the gal next to them. Like I don't know what you're talking about? And when I get massages, I always put a band aide over it, which inevitably falls off the minute she puts lotion on my feet. Then I just have a floppy, soggy band aide. Lovely. I'm sure she loves massaging around that. I've tried every over-the-counter medicine out there and they all seemed to anger it. It just kept getting bigger. Ugh! So I finally made an appointment with my doctor to have him freeze the crap out of it. Did it work? Nope. It just cost me $200 and again, it got BIGGER. You've got to be kidding me! So as you can imagine I was ecstatic to find out that an oil can help rid me of the little companion on my foot. Skeptical sure, but I was willing to give it a shot.
Two days later and only three applications of Melaluca oil, my wart started to burn. Uh oh. It better not be growing again. I took off my sock and went to put on another application of oil and..... WHOA, its completely black. The oil is working! This got me really excited. Like stupidly excited. I ran downstairs and put my foot in my husband’s face. "LOOK! Its dying!" Obviously he wasn't quite as excited as me, especially since he had a foot in his face, but he humored me anyways.
After a few weeks of twice-a-day applications, I am proud to say my wart is almost gone. I love this stupid oil. I even convinced my husband to try a concoction of oils on his chest to help keep his acid reflux under control. And guess what?! Its working! He actually notices a difference in how he feels when he doesn't use it for a day. Magic I tell ya. Magic. Now that I'm a believer in oils I think I might venture into more of this natural healing hoopla. Next on my list.....Acupuncture. I've heard it works miracles. I just have to get over the whole needle thing. Stay tuned.