Special Introductory Offer
Thought of the Week
Introducing Fred and His Escapades with His Trusty
 Homeopathic Home Prescribing Kit
Fred Treats His Own Carpal Tunnel

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Thought of the Week

The shoe that fits one person pinches another. There is no recipe for living that suits all cases.
Carl Jung

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Introducing Fred and His Escapades with his Trusty Homeopathic Home Prescribing Kit

Fred is a regular kind of guy. He didn’t shine at school. He wasn’t the beau all the girls fell for. He lives in ordinary suburbia, in an average house.

But he does think. He likes to question. He needs to have a reason to do something.

He recently become the proud dad of a baby daughter. He and his wife Shirley are still getting used to the huge change in their lives a new baby brings.

Fred pounds a keyboard all day. He likes his job. It’s quite creative, the people are friendly and there are opportunities for promotion, if and when he wants it.

But at the moment, his right wrist is killing him.

It’s been coming on over the last few months, but now he can’t ignore it. He saw his GP, who suggested it was carpal tunnel. Surgery was mentioned as an option.

Now Fred is not that keen on the advice he gains from the medical profession. He has seen some pretty nasty disasters. So he uses their services sparingly, usually more for a diagnosis than health care.

He really didn’t need this diagnosis, as he had already worked it out for himself. But it was handy to have that for work purposes.

The first thing he did, which he should have done long ago, was to ask his company for a good wrist support. Actually, it would be fair to say, he insisted.

Shirley had bought a homeopathic home prescribing kit a year or so ago and had regaled her successes, and failures, to the sceptical Fred.

Her successes had made him think, though.

So now, here he was with a problem of his own.

Being a proud sort of guy, he didn’t want to go to Shirley for some help. He decided to try it out for himself.

So one night, when Shirley had gone to bed early, he pulled out the kit and looked at the instructions. It took him a while to work out what they were saying. Why wasn’t carpal tunnel listed?

Then it started to dawn on him that his unique symptoms were the important guide to the medicine which would help him. He had to stop for a minute and ask himself, what were his symptoms?

It hurt. That’s a bit general. Even he could see that. Where does he start?

The doc had mentioned that carpal tunnel is normally tendon or ligament damage from repeated strain using the mouse. RSI.

So he looked at the medicines indicated for that. But they didn’t sound much like his symptoms.

His pain felt like an electric shock might. He remembers putting his fingers in a light fitting as a child and never forgot that buzzing, intense, shooting pain. This felt a bit like that.

So he looked back under injuries. There was a mention of injury to nerves. Could that be it, he wondered? He looked at the medicine, Hypericum.

It said

• pains are shooting, shoot along the nerve, shoot away from the injury

He had that. The severe pain shot up his arm, from his wrist.

He decided to try it.

What was he meant to do? He found the medicine. The booklet said take one or two pillules. He knocked a couple of the tiny pillules into the cap and then tossed them into his mouth.

OK, so far so good. But now what? How often was he meant to take them?

He looked back over the information again. It said ‘for acute symptoms, take every hour’. Was this acute?

He decided to wait an hour and see. He finished the washing up Shirley had started earlier, watched a silly TV program, checked on his daughter, let Angus, his dog, out for a last wee...

Angus was acting a bit odd. He’d had a sore paw for a few days. Now he was nuzzling up to Fred, pushing at his hand, giving tiny barks. What was going on?

Fred let him back in. Then Angus sat, expectantly at Fred’s feet, his ears pricked and looking straight at Fred with great intent.

Then he nudged Fred’s bad hand.

Fred looked at him, then his hand. Did he want some of the same remedy? He’d heard that pets mirror the same problems their people have.

He went over to the kit. Angus followed eagerly. He showed Angus the bottle of Hypericum. Angus licked it enthusiastically. He put a couple of the pillules in his hand and offered them to Angus. He licked them up, then wandered off to his bed, lay down with a big sign and fell asleep, leaving Fred to ponder.

It was past Fred’s bedtime.

Normally when he turns the tap on in the shower, the pain is quite intense. He was half way through his shower when he realised he hadn’t winced.

Hmmm.

He tossed another couple of pillules into his mouth, just before he turned in to bed, then slid the kit back into it’s original position.

Next day, he had a good morning. He only realised his wrist had been better, when it started to hurt again in the afternoon.

When he got home, he made a bee line for the kit and took another dose. Shirley watched him in amazement, a look which was both questioning and smug at the same time.

“I thought you said it didn’t work, it wasn’t scientific.” she chuckled.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, he muttered something incomprehensible.

Embarrassed he was. But the pain was better.

Angus sidled up to him. He wanted another dose, too.

Shirley exclaimed! “Angus has been better today. Have you been treating him?”

It took him a couple of weeks of taking the medicine for the pain to go completely. But he did notice that he was needing the medicine less and less often.

That must be a good sign he thought.

OK, he had to eat humble pie with Shirley. But it wasn’t the first time. And it probably wouldn’t be the last time, either.

And he comforted himself on the money he had saved by not having surgery, should he have been desperate enough to consider it. With Shirley at home and a new baby, that was not inconsiderable.

Angus’ paw cleared up in a couple of days. Another saving.

Life was good!