How and When To Be Your Own Doctor
Table of Contents
Chapter One: How I Became a Hygienist
Chapter Two: The Nature and Cause of Disease
Chapter Five: Diet and Nutrition
Chapter Six: Vitamins and Other Food Supplements
Chapter Seven: The Analysis of Disease States--Helpingthe Body Recover
Tis a gift to be simple
Tis a gift to be free,
Tis a gift to come down
Where we ought to be.
And when we find ourselves
In a place just right,
It will be in the valley
Of love and delight.
Old Shaker Hymn
Favorite of Dr. Isabelle Moser
I was a physically tough,happy-go-lucky fellow until I reached my late thirties. Then I began to experiencemore and more off days when I did not feel quite right. I thought I possessed aniron constitution. Although I grew a big food garden and ate mostly "vegetablitarian"I thought I could eat anything with impunity. I had been fond of drinking beer withmy friends while nibbling on salty snacks or heavy foods late into the night. Anduntil my health began to weaken I could still get up the next morning after severalhomebrewed beers, feeling good, and would put in a solid day's work.
When my health began to slip I went looking for a cure. Upto that time the only use I'd had for doctors was to fix a few traumatic injuries.The only preventative health care I concerned myself with was to take a multivitaminpill during those rare spells when I felt a bit run down and to eat lots of vegetables.So I'd not learned much about alternative health care.
Naturally, my first stop was a local general practitioner/MD.He gave me his usual half-hour get-acquainted checkout and opined that there almostcertainly was nothing wrong with me. I suspect I had the good fortune to encounteran honest doctor, because he also said if it were my wish he could send me aroundfor numerous tests but most likely these would not reveal anything either. More thanlikely, all that was wrong was that I was approaching 40; with the onset of middleage I would naturally have more aches and pains. 'Take some aspirin and get usedto it,' was his advice. 'It'll only get worse.'
Not satisfied with his dismal prognosis I asked an energeticold guy I knew named Paul, an '80-something homesteader who was renowned for hisorganic garden and his good health. Paul referred me to his doctor, Isabelle Moser,who at that time was running the Great Oaks School of Health, a residential and out-patientspa nearby at Creswell, Oregon.
Dr. Moser had very different methods of analysis than themedicos, was warmly personal and seemed very safe to talk to. She looked me over,did some strange magical thing she called muscle testing and concluded that I stillha