Homeopathy

[Mince]

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.

[Sandy Buttcheeks]

Cheque is in the post!

[Egg]

Speaking of cheque....currently 118 kilometres east of Prague! 

[peter]

is that were a cyclepath goes when he gets home

[Mince]

Hhomeopaths, if they had a cycle, would be cycling away from reality rather than towards it.

[Sandy Buttcheeks]

Hhow do you spell "Hhomeopaths", Mmince? Or did you find a spare "h"?

 

[Mince]

That's just an indicator of how much they annoy me.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Is this thread a challenge to see how long Mince can avoid the correct spelling of a practitioner of homeopathic medicine?

[Mince]

Spell it correctly, you give them credibility; spell it incorrectly, you make them look like idiots. Isn't that right, Tarkwin?

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Is that the best you can do? 

[Diane CBPFC]

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 :-)

[Mince]

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.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

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.

[Mince]

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.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

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.