Joy Lennon is a quack who lives in Clontarf, a lady who my father sees on a regular basis. Joy has some sound medical training in that she is a nurse (NOT a GP though, I must point out at this point).
As well as her real medical qualification, Ms. Lennon is also a "trained" homeopath and acupuncturist.
Now, some of you may have heard a lot of pros and cons about this whole homeopathy lark: it's just water, and homeopaths themselves admit as much. Only they think that it's magical water. It's pretty weird.
Herbal medicine has been around a very long time, it's advocates point out. Yes it has. The stuff that works becomes "medicine", without the herbal prefix, and the stuff that doesn't work is just bits of twigs and such.
My Dad goes to see this lady every couple of months. The usual diagnosis he receives is "You're intolerant to wheat".
Now, I'd like to point out that in any of the previous fifty-odd years of my father's life, no actual real doctors have ever noticed this intolerance to wheat, and that Ms. Lennon is no way qualified to make this diagnosis. Nor has she ever cured this alleged intolerance to wheat, so I don't see why he keeps going to her. But every couple of months he does, and writes a nice cheque at the end, too.
He brought me there once, and she pricked with little needles that had been rubbed with wheat and milk and cat fur and such. I seem to remember the results were inconclusive, but I don't think that I'm bothered by wheat or dairy or cat fur, and if I was, you can bet your arse that I'd go to see a real doctor who'd been through medical school and not some kooky lady peddling woo to gullible members of the middle classes.
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