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Nov. 04, 1991: My Excellent Alternative Adventure
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
Nov. 04, 1991 The New Age of Alternative Medicine
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
HEALTH, Page 76
COVER STORIES
My Excellent Alternative Adventure
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<p>By Eugene Linden
</p>
<p> My personal odyssey through alternative therapies began
innocently in the late 1970s at a summer picnic in Canaan, Conn.
One of the guests, a New Age true believer, overheard me say I
was convinced that coffee was making my hands feel clammy
though my doctor had scoffed at the connection. "You're allergic
to caffeine, just like my husband," she said, and cheerfully
proceeded to predict a succession of problems that would
eventually leave me a twitching wreck. O.K., I said, irritated,
but how would I stay awake to finish the book I was working on?
"Try beer," offered another convert. "Drinking one every hour
won't get you plastered, and it has a lot of protein and
carbohydrates." I nodded appreciatively: this was the kind of
alternative diet I could live with.
</p>
<p> The beer actually worked, but I gave it up because I got
tired of explaining that I really was heading off to write as
I departed each evening with a six-pack tucked under my arm. On
the other hand, the clamminess and poor concentration disappeared
immediately when I gave up caffeine, and I discovered that fear
of bill collectors is an adequate late-night stimulant. This
first dip into the waters of alternative health left me open to
the suggestion, a few years later, that I try chiropractic to
treat my persistent lower-back pain. "Go see Christoph," said
one of my regular squash opponents. "He'll give you a line of
Eastern philosophy, but he knows bones." Since I dreaded the
doctor-recommended alternative of heavy pain-killers and two
weeks of immobilization, I decided to risk it.
</p>
<p> At first I found Christoph's messianic zeal as off-putting
as the detached manner of the doctor at my H.M.O. When
Christoph checked my "energy centers," my mind summoned up
horror stories of patients crippled by chiropractic quacks.
Deficiencies in my sixth (or was it fifth?) "chakra"
notwithstanding, once Christoph had finished his Procrustean
pullings, crackings and pushings, the pain was gone and I felt
20 lbs. lighter.
</p>
<p> Moreover, when not venturing into mysticism, Christoph
offered a lucid explanation of the asymmetry in my hip that was
causing muscles in my back and legs to tighten in compensation.
At his recommendation, I gave up carrying my wallet in my back
pocket. I returned at later dates with a banged-up shoulder and
a stiff neck. Each time I left feeling improved, while politely
agreeing to manage my chakras better.
</p>
<p> As with chiropractic, I turned to acupuncture out of
distaste for the recommended medical alternative. In 1983 I
injured my knee in a wind-surfing accident. After scanning X-
rays, an emergency-room doctor immobilized my leg, gave me a
pair of crutches and suggested surgery. Before going ahead, I
decided to invest $60 and visit an elderly Chinese acupuncturist
recommended by a decidedly non-New Age investment banker in New
York City. I do not like needles, but I like surgery even less;
as it turned out, the worst of the experience was feeling a mild
electric tingling. Forty minutes later, I gingerly tried the
knee to discover that the pain and most of the swelling had
vanished. As I threw away my crutches, Sally Dan admonished me
to avoid alcohol and sex for 24 hours.
</p>
<p> Like many people, I currently use a mix-and-match approach
to medical problems. Antibiotics work far faster than the
herbal cures I have tried for bronchitis, and I have discovered
that not all chiropractors and acupuncturists have the gifts of
Christoph and Dan. Still, if I judge that the risks are low, I
am willing to experiment.
</p>
<p> It was in this spirit that I visited an Israeli healer.
Suffering from a persistent tickling in my right ear that had
me convinced that some rain-forest bug had set up household in
my head, I decided to see "bioenergist" Zeev Kolman. A kindly
man, Kolman first studied my "aura," looking for perturbations,
and then set to work by simply moving his hands in the air over
my body. After a few seconds I began to feel a current crackling
between his hands and my skin, and a pleasant tickling in the
bothersome ear. At one point, I felt a whooshing sensation, as
though something was leaving the ear.
</p>
<p> Kolman says the energy comes from the cosmos; critics say
healers of his ilk use gadgets that generate static electricity.
I doubt this is the case with Kolman, since I was on the lookout
for chicanery. On the other hand, while a session with Kolman
left me with a great feeling of well-being, I have no idea what
in fact was transmitted from his hands to my body and what role
his healing played in my recovery. That's the problem with
alternative therapy: you have to take a leap of faith. But
sometimes that leap seems less daunting than the one expected
by conventional doctors.
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