Being Sick

One of the bad things that can ever happen to anyone is getting sick. Yesterday I was supposed to work but since I have pink eye, I can't. Today I'm going to the doctor to have it looked at and the meds given to me. Only then will I be able to work. Hopefully by Saturday there will be improvement. I got pink eye, I believe, from the cold that I had been given. I hate not working but that's one of the facts of life, getting sick.

 

For the ancients getting sick most likely sucked as well. However, there were no hospitals around. Doctors were part of Asclepius or even Apollon, his father. Of course they weren't called doctors, but priests. If you were sick you would go there, give a sacrifice that could be eaten, spend the night in the enkoimeteria, a big sanctuary, guest house and sleeping hall with 160 patient rooms that was all made of holy limestone, and there you would have a dream where Asclepius would tell you what you had to do to regain your health.

If you were healed then you would return with a model of the infected body part and give that as an offering. I'm going to do that when I'm healed. Until then I'm praying to both Apollon and Asclepius for healing.