Beau Peep Notice Board
Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Mince on July 07, 2017, 07:08:02 PM
-
I just found out today you can become a 'licensed homepath'.
Does anyone want to become a licensed quantum metaphysical soul-guided psychic holistical energy-crystal healer? Apply to me for the one-time reduced price of £1000 for the full instruction manual and worthless certificate.
-
Cheque is in the post!
-
Speaking of cheque....currently 118 kilometres east of Prague! (*coat*)
-
is that were a cyclepath goes when he gets home
-
Hhomeopaths, if they had a cycle, would be cycling away from reality rather than towards it.
-
Hhow do you spell "Hhomeopaths", Mmince? Or did you find a spare "h"?
;D
-
That's just an indicator of how much they annoy me.
-
Is this thread a challenge to see how long Mince can avoid the correct spelling of a practitioner of homeopathic medicine?
-
Spell it correctly, you give them credibility; spell it incorrectly, you make them look like idiots. Isn't that right, Tarkwin?
-
Is that the best you can do? ..0
-
Whatever you believe in can perk you up.
Personally I have a very old candlewick bedspread that I told my kids was a magic healing blanket - it worked :-)
-
That's the powerful placebo effect, which works even when you know it's a placebo. Homeopaffic rubbish should be stocked next to the candy aisle, not the medicine aisle.
-
My wee Glaswegian grandmother swore by her homeopathic doctor (and at her allopathic one) until the day she died...aged 94, after a lifetime of smoking, which for much of that exceeded 60 a day.
-
One wonders how long she would have lived had she not smoked.
I'm sure her homeopath was there for loads of people suffering from a vague sense of unease, a touch of the nerves, or just more money than sense.
-
I exaggerated. She didn't swear by her homeopathic doctor quite until the day she died.
At 92, she had a bad fall, and ended up in a nursing home (until then, she'd spent around ten years living fiercely independently, albeit within sheltered housing that we'd moved her into from her flat in Glasgow), under the care of her homeopathic doctor, whom she saw as and when needed (not that often - she was an astonishingly robust, if tiny, woman). The fall changed everything, and she spent the next couple of years in a wheelchair, deserted by her pin-sharp mind, and unable to remember anything that had happened up until that point, including me. She also lost contact with her homeopathic doctor, and was cared for under conventional medicine for the next two years. Then she died.
-
That's the powerful placebo effect, which works even when you know it's a placebo. Homeopaffic rubbish should be stocked next to the candy aisle, not the medicine aisle.
I live near a fairly small town, a few years ago the Rexall (chemists to you) had a big poster campaign about buying your medicine from them - they said why would you buy your drugs (medicine) at the same place you buy your groceries - it had a needle stuck into a peach that looked a lot like a bottom.
I thought this was pretty ironic as I'm sure fresh fruit and veggies are better for you than the whole isle of candy they sell and the other couple of isles of convenience foods such as pop and crisps and salty soup they sell along with a fine selection of smokes.
-
I exaggerated. She didn't swear by her homeopathic doctor quite until the day she died.
At 92, she had a bad fall, and ended up in a nursing home (until then, she'd spent around ten years living fiercely independently, albeit within sheltered housing that we'd moved her into from her flat in Glasgow), under the care of her homeopathic doctor, whom she saw as and when needed (not that often - she was an astonishingly robust, if tiny, woman). The fall changed everything, and she spent the next couple of years in a wheelchair, deserted by her pin-sharp mind, and unable to remember anything that had happened up until that point, including me. She also lost contact with her homeopathic doctor, and was cared for under conventional medicine for the next two years. Then she died.
That is sad that she lost her memory during her last few years.
-
I have a small veggie patch this year.
-
Nothing beats home-grown vegetables, especially dark greens.
-
I'm pretty sure having the 6 wining numbers in the lottery would beat home grown vegetables...even dark greens.
I feel, as an ex grower of my own veg, that I am on solid ground in this matter.
Just saying...
-
Okay, if we're going to get picky about this . . . you can't spell "winning". 8)
-
What about my missing hyphen? Do I get away with that one?
:-\
-
Hyphens are beyond you, so you're forgiven. Out of interest, who pointed it out to you? 8)
-
Well, not you obviously!
-
I noticed it. I just didn't want you to feel too inadequate in one go.