From Odes to Homeopathy


My Achilles Heel

Like a bee behind a glass, head on, I churn away at the usual questions: where am I heading? This or that? On and on I bang.

The Achilles heel in my left leg has become thick and hardened, gets sore from walking, and in the mornings makes me hobble. The soreness is there since waking, a sore, hard, lump where the tendon should be soft and supple, elastic and strong, makes me move about like a duck.

I take Ruta 30, which, oh surprise! —never ceases to amaze me— walking is just fine.




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