I've always rolled my eyes at the placebo effect. "Ha," I sneered in That Tone I Have, "These suggestible people who believe vitamins and aromatherapy will benefit them. Please."
Well. Rub my nose in my stupidity. I've been without any beneficial MS medication for six months now and I would love me some placebo. Placebos are awesome.
Let me tell you, MS symptoms can be greatly relieved by sticking a needle in your thigh every night. No nightly needle? You start to notice what's really wrong with you.
I've felt pretty sickly and symptomatic this past few weeks. So bad, in fact, I metaphorically snapped my fingers in the faces of the Friends and demanded "Pity me!" Then when they made their attempts, I cried, "You aren't making me feel any better! You suck!" Yes. I'm not proud of it. I've given up the right to call them Heartless Cows. (Yet I retain the right to put that link right there.)
I decided today to make myself a placebo. I figured since MS is all about inflammation, and Naproxin is an anti-inflammatory, I would take two Aleve a day. And damned if I didn't feel better. Instead of tracking every twinge and tickle, it made me attend to every moment I felt even a little more normal. I see you rolling your eyes! Shut up! Eatmahcurlies.
Maybe I'll be on this psychedelic mushroom placebo in the clinical trial. Groovy.