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Hace como un mes me pasó algo bastante raro en el parqueo del Mall San Pedro.

Ese día salí bastante tarde y fui solo a buscar el carro. No sé si han estado en ese parqueo de noche, pero de por sí el lugar se siente medio extraño. Hay partes bastante solas, muchas columnas y vueltas, y si uno no conoce bien dónde dejó el carro, parece casi un laberinto.

Mientras iba caminando vi algo moverse unos metros delante de mí, cerca de unos carros.

Al principio pensé que era una rata, un gato o algún animal que se había metido al parqueo. No le puse mucha atención hasta que salió de detrás de uno de los carros y pude verlo un poco mejor.

Era pequeño. No sabría decir exactamente cuánto medía, pero definitivamente no tenía la forma de un perro, un gato, una rata ni nada parecido.

Lo que más me llamó la atención fue que caminaba en dos patas.

Tenía una forma parecida a la de una persona, solo que muchísimo más pequeña. Lo vi caminar unos segundos y después se metió rápidamente entre los carros.

Me quedé quieto tratando de entender qué había visto. Incluso esperé un momento pensando que tal vez iba a salir algún animal del otro lado y me iba a dar cuenta de que simplemente había visto mal.

Pero no salió nada.

Seguí caminando hacia mi carro mirando alrededor, porque sinceramente ya estaba bastante incómodo. Cuando llegué me subí, cerré las puertas y me fui.

No voy a decir que definitivamente era un duende porque obviamente no tengo forma de saberlo. Puede que haya alguna explicación lógica que no se me haya ocurrido.

Pero estoy completamente seguro de dos cosas: caminaba en dos patas y tenía una forma muy parecida a la de una persona pequeña.

Nunca había visto algo así y todavía me acuerdo bastante bien de la forma en que caminaba.

¿Alguien más ha visto algo raro en ese parqueo?

I want to share how I finally found something that makes my worst nausea go away in less than 5 seconds.

I know this may sound hard to believe, and honestly, I do not even fully understand how it works. But it works for me. And if it keeps working, I will keep doing it. I wanted to share this in case it helps someone else as much as it has helped me.

I have discovered that, at least for me, liquid hydroxyzine can stop my nausea almost instantly. It does not work like this with ondansetron, Dramamine, Xanax, or even hydroxyzine tablets. Those can still help me, but they usually take around 20 to 30 minutes to kick in.

But with liquid hydroxyzine, I take 2 ml. Yes, I know that is a very low dose, but I am extremely sensitive to medications because of other health issues. The strange thing is that as soon as I put the liquid hydroxyzine in my mouth, in less than 5 seconds, it feels like someone turns the nausea switch from 90% down to 1%. It is almost like throwing water on a fire. It is honestly incredible.

It has helped me during some of the worst nausea I have ever had, when I was almost about to vomit. And somehow, within seconds, it calms down dramatically.

I know this is difficult to believe, and I also know that the medication probably has not been fully absorbed in that amount of time. But to be completely honest, I do not know what is happening. I only know that this is exactly how it feels for me. Of course, other people may have completely different results.

Another thing I have noticed is that I do not think it is simply the antihistamine effect that helps. I feel like there is something else about hydroxyzine, maybe the anticholinergic effect or the sedating effect. In my experience, the more sedating an antihistamine is, the more it helps my nausea. I have tried first-generation antihistamines, and the more sedating ones seem to work better for me. Even with second-generation antihistamines, I notice that the ones that cause more sedation help more. For example, cetirizine helps me somewhat, but fexofenadine does not really help me.

So for my worst nausea, sometimes I have to use liquid hydroxyzine, and for me it feels almost like magic. But it has to be the liquid version for the immediate effect. The tablets only help me later, around 20 minutes after taking them.

One thing I am very sure about is that this is not placebo. I have tested it many times, and the result is always the same. I still have doubts about whether the medication can be absorbed that quickly, but whatever is happening, it works for me.

That being said, I do get side effects from it. And honestly, I still prefer those side effects over vomiting. I already know that if I take hydroxyzine, I will probably feel low, tired, sleepy, and kind of depressed for the rest of the day. It really lowers my mood. But thankfully, by the next day, those effects usually go away.

I am leaving this here because I know how badly some of us wish we had something that could shut down nausea when we are right on the edge of vomiting. Something instant. And for me, this has been that thing.

I hope this can help someone. Just please be careful with side effects, and remember that it may work differently for everyone.

Before I start, I want to make something clear: I am not trying to change anyone’s mind. I am not an economist, a politician, or an expert in anything related to this. I am simply expressing an opinion and letting my imagination wander for a moment. I am not pretending to have the solution to everything, because honestly, what I am about to say probably will not make much sense to many people. I just wanted to express how I feel. That is all.

How many times have you thought about money today? How many times have you talked about money, worried about money, avoided something because of money, or made a decision based on money? Just today. It is strange when you really think about how much money governs almost every single moment of our lives.

For example, when was the last time you turned off a light, took a shorter shower, avoided using too much water, or decided not to buy something? Most of the time, it is not really because we are thinking about saving the environment or protecting the planet. Most of the time, it is because we do not want to spend more money.

How many people die every day because of money? How many families are destroyed because of it? How many brothers, sisters, uncles, cousins, and relatives stop talking to each other for the rest of their lives because of a piece of land they inherited? All because of something the human being invented.

At some point, someone decided to take a piece of paper, put numbers on it, and give it value. Then humanity decided that from that moment on, almost everything would be governed by those pieces of paper. Today, it is not even paper anymore most of the time. It is just numbers on a screen. And yet, we sacrifice our health, our family, our time, our youth, our peace, and sometimes even our values just to get more of those numbers.

The saddest part is that money is necessary to live. As strange as it sounds, we came into this world without asking for it, but we still have to pay to exist in it. We have to pay for food, water, shelter, medicine, land, education, and almost everything connected to being alive. And what are we paying with? Something we created ourselves. Paper with numbers printed on it. Digits in a bank account.

That is why alarms go off every morning. That is why people leave their homes half-asleep and sit in traffic for hours. That is why so many people spend most of their lives inside four walls, in front of a screen, answering emails, attending meetings, and doing things they would probably never do if money was not involved. In a way, money is the reason behind most of what we do every day.

Sometimes I look at animals and wonder how they live without money. They do not know what a Monday is. They do not know what a meeting is. They do not have emails, banks, rent, salaries, debts, credit cards, or retirement plans. They simply live. Of course, I know we are different from animals, and I know that a lot of human progress has happened because of money. Without it, maybe we would not be as technologically “advanced” as we are now.

But maybe that is the problem. Maybe we only advanced this way because of human selfishness. Because instead of working together as a species, we created a world where everyone is competing against everyone else. I sometimes imagine what would happen if humanity actually worked together as one species, not for money, not for status, not for power, but because we wanted to help each other and move forward together.

But of course, someone would always say, “That is not my job.” Someone else would say, “If they are not doing anything, then I will not do anything either.” Another person would say, “Why does he have less work than me?” And maybe that is exactly why a world like that could never exist. Maybe our ego gets in the way of everything.

Still, I cannot stop thinking that maybe we have confused surviving with living. Maybe the point of life is not to spend almost all of it working, stressed, tired, and waiting for a few free days every year. Maybe the point of life is to actually live it. To spend time with people we love. To be in nature. To create things. To learn. To help each other. To enjoy being alive.

What is really stopping us from working two days a week and having five days free? People might say that humanity would progress more slowly. But so what? What is the rush? Who is pressuring us? Why does it matter if we do not advance technologically at the same insane speed? And I say “technologically” because spiritually, mentally, and emotionally, it feels like we are going backwards as a species.

Instead, many people work around 50 hours a week, around 50 weeks a year, for most of their lives. That means almost all of their time is spent working. And then society calls that success. We are successful because we buy things we do not need, often to impress people we do not even care about. We are successful because we travel to places that many people would not even care to visit if they could not post about it online. We are successful because we collect more and more numbers in a bank account.

The following part, I say with sarcasm: we are so successful. We spend most of our lives trapped inside four walls, staring at screens, owing almost everything to a bank. Nothing is truly ours, but we call it success. We sleep badly, we are anxious, we are exhausted, but at least society says we made it.

And then there are the “failures.” Those people who never became successful in the modern way. Someone living in a mountain, on a farm, close to nature. Waking up to the sound of a rooster instead of an alarm. Working in the field instead of sitting in meetings all day. Sleeping with the sounds of rivers, frogs, insects, rain, and wind instead of cars, sirens, parties, and stress.

What a failure, right?

Meanwhile, many of the “successful” people sleep three to five hours a night, live stressed, barely see their families, spend their best years working, and wait their whole lives for retirement. But somehow we are the most intelligent species on Earth.

Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I am romanticizing a life that is much harder than I imagine. Maybe a world without money would never work. Maybe this is just a naive thought. But sometimes I really wonder if the system we created is controlling us more than helping us.

And if this is what being intelligent looks like, then maybe I would rather be stupid.