My hospital

Published: 8 July, 2010

• THE General Medical Council are scared!

After all, they can’t cure everyone, so more people are returning to traditional cures or new alternatives.

Hence the crackdown on herbal medicine, and now my beloved Royal London Homeopathic Hospital.

As a medical negligence case I have spent the past 18 years trying to improve the quality of my life, to no avail.

The normal, “chemical” doctors were all impotent.

Powerless to walk or use my hands any longer, I was referred to the Royal London, in 2007.

Three years on, I can write, sew, paint and feed myself, without ending up looking like a toddler.

And I’m not a morphine addict!

I have homeopathy, acupuncture and Reiki about four or five times a year and it saves the NHS a lot of money, as well as making my quality of life better. Don’t close this hospital.

By the way, are the royal family witches? Our Queen uses the same form of medication (as me), and she’s doing splendidly.

GILL ARNOLD
Hilgrove Road, NW6