Medicine can’t cure the lifestyles that are making us ill,so let people spend the NHS’s cash on healthy activitiesLast time I went to see a doctor, he grabbed a prescription pad and sent me off for some pills. He didn’t propose a ride on a pedalo or a gentle canter on a horse. He didn’t offer me a robot. He didn’t offer me a summer house. He didn’t even offer me aromatherapy, and shiatsu,or some new clothes. All he gave me was a measly piece of paper with a prescription for some antibiotics.
If I’d lived in Cornwall or the Scilly Isles, I might have found myself listening to someone playing a pan pipe, or feeling fingers dipped in geranium oil massage my tension absent. If I’d lived in Northamptonshire,I might have got a holiday, or had shiatsu, and a personal trainer,or some kind new clothes.
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Source: theguardian.com