Like many of you, I was told I to get somewhere
in medicine, specialise. Pick something you love, a pediatrician said. She was
wrong. Do something were you can make the biggest difference.
I became a Witch Doctor.
Diverse bunch witches, you never know what
you’re going to get day to day. Yes I know, there’s a lot of warts, people tell
you that and it’s a hundred percent true. But other days you can really make a difference.
I had a witch presenting with chest pains, run the tests, turns out it was
simply a matter of diet. If you’re only eating greedy kids fattened up on sweets
and cakes of course your cholesterol is going through the roof.
And there’s still so much to learn, my paper “Water
stored in wooden buckets has adverse effects on Wicken,” will be published next
month.
They’re a challenging community, always
mixing home-brew cures rather than taking prescribed medication, but we’re
making inroads. And sometimes listening is enough. What I’ve learnt is that behind
every poisoned apple there’s a women who society told she isn’t fair enough. Treat
the patient not the symptom guys.
So don’t curse yourself, be a Witch Doctor.
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