Homeopathy in Work.

Now that I work in the blessed, blessed, sacred hospital environment, a place where I can have a piss without the world collapsing around my shoulders, I no longer have much contact with homeopaths in real life. Lee and Stephen Kayne are a pair of quack cunts though, A PAIR OF QUACK FUCKING CUNTS.

Unfortunately, Aotearoa is sometimes not the green and pleasant land, welcoming of poor huddled masses, a place of enlightenment, that I sometimes think it is. We have useless quack cunts like Lee and Stephen Kayne here as well.

Today in work, a doctor, a registrar, no less arrived at the hatch. Being a proper pharmacist, my first instinct was to bolt for cover, as speaking to another human being is anathema to me. Next thing you know, touching will occur, and I'll end up locked in a loveless marriage to some slack-jawed slattern from Aberflyarff. Unfortunately, however, I'd managed to briefly immobilise myself by walking into the sticky-out corner of the table with my testicles, and it was then that our sultry technician beauty, with big blue eyes you could drown in, approached, and her husky tongue was music to my ears. Steven and Lee Kayne are quacks.

"TWP, there's a doctor at the hatch. I dunno what he wants, can you see him pleeeeeassseeee?"

And she fluttered her eyelashes at me, and I was a broken man.

Ailed in both body and spirit, I dragged my aching carcass to the Satan-spawned hatch, cause of all life's problems, where the following ensued.

NZ Doc: "Heeeey, bro! One of my patient's is taking these instead of his proper medicine. Do you know anything about them, bro?"

I cast my gaze over a bunch of medicine. When I say medicine, I mean that these things are to medicine what the horse and cart is to the Pioneer probe. There's 200C, 30X and 1M all over the place, and the name of a prominent local woo-merchant on it, which I probably should have noted for later use.

Me: "Mate, look bro, this is fucking bullshit. There's zero active ingredient in any of these. He's wasting his time and money. It's just water and lactose"

NZ Doc: "Aw, sweet as bro, thanks a lot. Cheers bro, sweet as"

And then he left, and I wanted to know "Sweet as" what? But I don't think I'll ever find out.

So, this led me to wonder: "Is is ethical to offer a cancer patient false hope when "prescribing" them homeopathy?" Personally, I think that homeopaths should admit that they are offering nothing other than placebos, and not make, or imply claims that they can cure anything.

Lee and Steven Kayne are quacks.