The Oath of HYPOCRITES
The information in the post is not medical advice.
My most recent hospital admission, albeit at 4 nights quite brief, was made particularly unpleasant because of some unfortunate sequence of events.
I came down with a chest infection, it started with a feeling of dread when I suddenly felt myself feeling overwhelmed with that Flu feeling – hard to describe: Fever, dizzy, anxious, desperately fatigued. Its frightening as for someone who is immune compromised as having been hospitalised with infections several times, it can often be a difficult recovery. Despite this I have not hardly had a cold or respiratory infection for a number of years and never had COVID (probably because I never tested myself for COVID).
The cough that broke the camels back
This chest infection revealed itself with my older Bioresonance machine – the Hunter 4025, as Tuberculosis, and on the Oberon it prioritised Klebsiella Pneumonia with Tuberculosis shortly behind it as the secondary pathogen, so I was a bit worried. My cough was tight and upper respiratory – I could not cough properly and it hurt to try, but try I did. I could not stop trying to cough, until after about 10 days I coughed my lumbar spine out of place – most likely a herniated disc or two according to the xrays I paid for to try and prove my worthiness to Lymington hospital.
The male nurse I encountered in the first hospital was very rude, actually I kept imagining meeting him in a bar drunk and looking for a fight. He was clearly fuming that I had taken it upon myself to take some penicillin I had in the cupboard – with my name on it ie -prescribed at an earlier date. It was the day before Christmas so it made sense to try to help myself instead of put more pressure on the NHS. Sometimes desperate times need desperate measures (antibiotics have their time and place). Sadly I was not well enough to sit up and work the bioresonance machines for the length of time to apply the repeated treatment. Looking back that must have meant I was pretty poorly.
Anti Antibiotic no.1
The nurse did an about turn when he decided he should listen to my lungs and prescribed me Amoxicillin but denied me an xray for my spine. I saw this as a semi achievement and decided not to waste any more time and took up an appointment with a local chiropractitioner who had x-ray facilities. This revealed some worrying images of quite a severe Scoliosis as well as the likelihood of herniations. My x-rays much to my sadness looked like that of a woman far older than myself and I was advised to ask for a DEXA scan (DEXA measures bone density) as it was clear to the practitioner that at the very least my spine showed advanced Osteoporosis. I am 51.
The Amoxicillin did not seem to do anything. I could tell it would not as I can see with Bioresonance that it was not the right antibiotic – it was typically frustrating to know what I needed and what the pathogens were but unable to speak this, I would have been at best ignored and at worst treated like a trouble maker if I had suggested any form of alternative self diagnosis. Herein lies the saddest aspect of Bioresonance – you cannot speak about it with the medical profession as you will be treated as a modern day heretic.
I left the chiropractic clinic and went to the supermarket across the road, where I had another coughing fit but this time fell to the floor as my rib broke. It was painful but not as painful as it became about half and hour later when I got home and found myself in the worst pain I can ever remember enduring. I am ashamed to say I screamed and cried real tears. I had fractured ribs twice before which was definitely memorable but this was something else. My partner had to call me an ambulance and to my surprise they did consider it an emergency and arrived very quickly with gas and air and a morphine injection which helped me get up and into the ambulance. All going ok so far considering some people have an agonising wait. I am grateful for the emergency services in the UK.
Fractured Account
I was held in the hallway of Southampton hospital, and experienced quite a frightening feeling when the morphine kicked in properly, it was intramuscular and took longer to work than IV. I had also taken 8 prescribed Gabapentin in the 12 hours preceding the 10 ml of morphine and felt very doped up to the point of being a bit scared as my heart was racing and I felt extremely anxious, I started to wish I had told the ambulance crew about the Gabapentin but in the moment it had slipped my mind. Andrew my partner arrived just in time to offer a welcome hug whilst I sat hunched over a sick bowl unable to speak. The meds did of course ease the pain, temporarily.
Andrew waited a long time until we decided he should go home at about midnight – there was a long que of people whom I considered to be more worthy of me in that dingy hospital hallway that was named the pitstop. A pleasant Dr came over with another dose of morphine to give me intravenously a few hours later, which I was grateful for but it didn’t take long before I was desperate again despite the top up with paracetamol and ibuprofen every four hours. I guess I was there a long time. About half way through my experience a man arrived behind me in the bed traffic jam, whom I very quickly realised was going to be very hard work as he was relentlessly talking to himself, loudly and in the most whinging manner – non stop for many hours. Eventually I decided to put on my headphones and block out his self pitying sink hole. I watched something about Jesus on Youtube and that way it didn’t feel like I was too leisurely, as from the perspective of the staff there, headphones on and busting with morphine I could have been perceived as a non emergency.
Attempted Eviction Notice no.1
I had told the Dr that my partner could not pick me up, despite this I was told I was discharged in the early hours of the morning following an xray of my chest. He could see I had fractured at least one rib maybe two, but assured me there was nothing could be done about it and I should go home, I assured him I could not until the next morning and he seemed fine with that commenting that he would “see what he could do” regards where I would sleep, I assured him I was happy in the pitstop and I was happy, grateful that I had come this far and thinking what a lovely man he was.
A few hours later a new nurse started her shift and told me I had to leave, I had been discharged. I told her that the Dr said I could stay until the morning as I cannot get a lift until then. I was not offered any more pain management and very quickly my situation changed as the morphine wore off. The cough was pretty serious and it was the cough that was causing the problem. I do not wish the combination of cough and broken ribs on my worst enemy, It filled me with dread awaiting the next cough spasm but the morphine, although not anywhere nearly touching the pain, was relaxing the need to cough. I think what happened next, I worked out later, was that the Dr was paranoid that I was a drug addict trying to take advantage of the morphine and in some way maybe even scamming him, as he did a U turn and came over with the nurse demanding that I leave, this made me speak and speaking made me cough which was excruciating as I was pretty much without pain killers at this point. The Dr exclaimed that I was “absolutely fine a little while ago” (when I had been given morphine) and he stormed off in a surprisingly unprofessional huff.
Naturally I asked him to come back and explain himself but he did not. It hurt me perhaps more than it should have that he had done a 180 turn in attitude towards me, but the whole experience got to me and I cried. Unfortunately the more I cried the more it hurt. I was trying to keep the rib bones in place but they kept clicking in and out at the slightest movement. The winging bloke behind me ramped up his pity party throughout my tears and into the night, winging for the cup of coffee he had been promised at the beginning of his miserable shift at the pitstop.
Despite still taking paracetamol, ibuprofen and gabapentin, I was in and out of misery but as long as I could keep from coughing I thought ‘I can get through this’, its so hard to train your body not to cough when you have a chest infection. It takes skills.
Perhaps you don’t need any more persuading, but it seems that the specialist at Southampton A and E did….
Attempted Eviction Notice no.2
The nurse woke me up to tell me to get a taxi home at about 3am, I told her I couldn’t afford it which I couldn’t as I live a good 40 min journey away, besides I couldn’t even move. So she told me I had to get up and sleep in a chair as there was not enough beds in the hospital. I was horrified and new this would not be possible, and cried again. I was starting to feel very depressed and unsure what to do. I didn’t feel I could call Andrew up at 4am and felt I was too sick to go home anyway, why had the ambulance crew felt it was an emergency but the hospital were treating me so badly?
I told the nurse through my tears to tell the Dr that I didn’t want his dirty drugs anyway – they did not numb the pain, and that I would be out of their way as soon as I could. Eventually she must have found a scrap of kindness in her heart and arrived by my bedside with the Dr – he preceded to apologised for speaking to me so rudely and that he was kind enough to give me morphine previously which made him a good man, or words to that end. But could I leave. I begged them to give me some more pain killers and suggested maybe a pain patch targeting the rib area which they thought was a great idea, strange how it was me who had to inspire them.
Attempted Eviction Notice no.3
Eventually I was transferred upstairs to a ward with lots of empty beds, it was eerily quiet, which was a very different picture than the apparent ‘lack of beds’ situation I had been fobbed off with in A and E. Just a guy snoring very loud next to me, for some reason I didn’t feel safe but managed to sleep until I was very rudely woken up by a nurse insisting I leave at 7am. I felt hated.
It felt like a war zone both inside my body and inside my head, people being kind and people being harsh, never simple which felt typical of my ‘luck’. Just as I was waiting for Andrew a female Dr arrived to assess me, I mentioned the x-rays for what it was worth but she took an interested and asked to see them. It seemed to help my case, that and the fact that I am diagnosed with Elhers Danlos Syndrome – a connective tissue disorder that amongst many symptoms carries with it the inclination towards dislocation and subluxation which may be why I had received the otherwise unlikely injury whilst coughing. She also seemed shocked at my xrays and said there was no way I was to go home – she would find me a bed on a ward somewhere. At last Andrew and I had a glimmer of hope, this professional woman made up for the nightmare the night before and we breathed a sigh of relief.
Anti Antibiotic no.2
I was taken off for another xray, my sixth in fewer days. It showed that I also had a nasty chest infection for which they prescribed another week of antibiotics, sadly it was penicillin type antibiotic again – amoxicillin trihydrate combined with potassium clavulanate (Augmentin). I had a hunch it was still the wrong antibiotic and could kick myself for not trying harder with my bioresonance machine.
Vegaphobia is a thing
I was squeezed into a cardiac ward despite having a broken bone, which was telling of the National Health Service. I was happy to be anywhere where I was not going to be harrassed to leave but I suspected that being on an inappropriate ward may have its problems. Shortly after arriving I was given a meal which at first I was delighted about until I realised it was ordered by the previous person in the bed, and I didnt want to eat it because I don’t eat dairy. The canteen lady frowned upon me when I politely declined, explaining that I didn’t order it. I was a bit embarrassed as the other patients in my ward all had visitors – it was bustling with people and I was aware of my making a fuss – people don’t like vegans at the best of times but this was Southampton and I had a feeling I might be the only vegan in the village. Two more staff turned up to see what the fuss was about and at which point I was told “you ordered it, you eat it!”. At this point I started to feel uncomfortable, heads were turning and I almost wanted to eat it for everyone else’s sake. Typical I get the last persons meal and have to publicly reveal myself as a vegan. Eventually they worked out what had happened but not before I despaired of shame for making such a drama, but I did get a look at a vegan menu – such a thing did exist in Southampton hospital, I was given a vegetable stew with rice.
Emetophobia is a thing
My first night went smoothly as I was given the pain relief I needed. All well until I awoke in the middle of the night feeling very nauseous. I drifted in and out of a hopeful, opiated sleep until eventually I had to face the fact that I had food poisoning – I cannot tell you the dread I felt anticipating vomiting with broken ribs… but vomit I did and I felt my luck was pretty down whilst hanging onto the toilet bowl that I was sharing with about 30 other people. I knew it was food poisoning as the moment I had cleared out what I had eaten that night I felt fine, fine but pretty sorry for myself as vomiting is for me the worst of any health challenges, I absolutely am a wreck if I am sick and I just wanted to be at home. It was a classic case of projectile vomiting, which is very rare for me, I concluded it was the reheated rice I was given with my late lunch – served with a strong taste of Veganophobia.
My Experience and Bioresonance
Sometimes a health problem can be too acute for Bioresonance, that’s not to say you shouldn’t try – and eventually it would almost definitely help you but there are times when mainstream medicine has its place – usually in an emergency. I am, despite being passionate about Bioresonance, level headed enough to embrace Allopathic medicine, in fact the Bioresonance machine will often recommend Allopathic medicine above other holistic therapies, herbs or supplements and I will very often recommend people first and foremost to speak to their GP.
Bioresonance excels in assessment of health (we do not use the term ‘diagnose’) – this is where, particularly an NLS machine, will reveal its strength. But when it comes to therapy with Bioresonance it can be and usually is a slow process. This is not due to a fault with Bioresonance, but more to do with the nature of the human body. Healing must be slow, there is no other way, particularly if that healing is to be permanent. The problem is that in a society where we take tablets for a quick fix, expect instant gratification through social media and addictive substances, we may have developed an impatience with healing, and we certainly don’t expect to pay for it (if you live in the UK where reliance on the NHS has harboured a belief that we are unable to take our health into our own hands). This mentality goes deep, and it is very frustrating. I myself was guilty of just wanting someone else to take care of me, what is wrong with that?
Iatrophobia is a thing
What is wrong with that, sometimes, is that those you trust with your life may not always have your welfare at the forefront of their minds, as I am sure many people have experienced at some time in their lives. In fact I hear people all the time talking with tremendous intrepidation about merely visiting their GP. People young and old ask me if its ok to ask a GP for simple tests, enquiring how best to suggest or request something very simple, and all too often avoiding doing so because they feel too intimidated. This make me very sad but it is very commonplace. Turns out there is a mental health condition known as Iatrophobia, a fear of doctors and hospitals, but is this a rational fear or is it a true mental health problem?
patient safety watch
The Guardian published an article in December 2024 highlighting a report by Imperial College London and commissioned by the charity Patient Safety Watch:
‘The NHS is forced to spend a “staggering” £14.7bn a year treating people who have been harmed by mistakes made during their care, a report reveals.
https://www.theguardian.com/society/2024/dec/12/nhs-spends-147bn-a-year-treating-patients-in-england-hurt-by-care-mistakes-says-report
The report, by experts at Imperial College London, found that the safety of the care patients receive had declined over the past two years, with errors leading to 820 preventable deaths a year.’
Rebecca Hilsenrath, the acting NHS ombudsman revealed why these failures may be happening in a comment:
“defensive NHS leadership and culture sadly surfacing time and time again in our own investigations” suggests that NHS bosses do not take lessons onboard when errors occur.
Whilst it is evident that there are phenomenal errors in hospital care in the UK, an AI generated answer directed me to clevelandclinic.org which claim that the apparent rise in Iatrophobia is due to, you guessed it, Covid 19:
‘The number of people with iatrophobia may have increased as a result of the COVID-19 pandemic. People may fear going to their doctor due to the risk of virus exposure.’
https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/22191-iatrophobia-fear-of-doctors
Personally, I think a fear of Doctors has always been with us, I remember as a child hearing older people say they are not going to visit the drs, and I didnt understand, but I do now. Perhaps the older generation knew something I did not back then, perhaps their mistrust of the medical profession was a mistrust based on a wealth of experience and coming from a place of wisdom.
Pfizer Documents Scandal and Why We Should be Suspicious of the Medical Profession
The organisation Public Health and Medical Professionals for Transparency publishes online the clinical trial documents of both Moderna and Pfizer’s Covid vaccinations, as well as the court documents of the said clinical trials. These documents feature the horrific truth about the damage that the so called vaccinations did to those people involved in the clinic trials. Pfizer and Moderna attempted to bury this data for 75 years, and if it wasn’t for PHMP they would have succeeded.
This true account shows us of course that there ARE good medical professionals out there, like those who joined together to form the PHMP. Despite this the false claims and atrocities made by other medical and industry professionals is unfathomable, not least because of the effectiveness and smooth running of the Covid 19 project, commonly known as the ‘Plandemic’.
The PHMP describes its mission:
‘This nonprofit, made up of public health professionals, medical professionals, scientists, and journalists exists solely to obtain and disseminate the data relied upon by the FDA to license COVID-19 vaccines. The organization takes no position on the data other than that it should be made publicly available to allow independent experts to conduct their own review and analyses.’
https://phmpt.org/
They Know What They have done
Accountability and transparency is of course crucial to good health care, so the fact that Pfizer tried (but failed) to hide its clinical trials through a court process, simply shows that they do not provide good honest health care. It is a worrying fact that the vaccine industry is not held accountable for any harms done by their products – this was enabled by the 1986 National Childhood Vaccine Injury Act (NCVIA), which established a legal shield for vaccine manufacturers from lawsuits related to vaccine-related injuries. This has recently been challenged, in Europe at least, by a groundbreaking ruling indicating that health care professionals could be liable for harms caused by vaccines during the Plandemic:
‘In a groundbreaking decision that could reshape the medical landscape, the European Court of Justice (ECJ) has ruled that healthcare professionals who promoted or administered COVID-19 vaccines are civilly and criminally liable for any harm caused. This ruling, announced in early 2025, underscores the profound implications of medical professionals who participated in the mass vaccination campaign, a move that has long been a source of controversy and debate within the medical community’
https://www.vaccines.news/2025-04-01-healthcare-professionals-who-administered-covid-vaccines-criminally-liable.html
American Vaccine Deaths
According to the Center for Disease Control’s Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System, nearly 20,000 Americans were reported as having been killed to date by a COVID-19 vaccine, equating to one death for every 14,000 people vaccinated, much higher than the one in a million deaths that is normally cited for dangerous vaccines. U.S. Health Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. under Trump is apparently changing the scape of vaccines and has reported to have sacked many top officials and advisors at the Centre For Disease Control (CDC). At a US senate hearing on 10th September 2025 he blasted the CDC;
“is the most corrupt agency in HHS,” for its history of failing to protect Americans’ health, particularly during the COVID-19 crisis, during which the U.S. “did worse than any country in the world.”
https://www.vacsafety.org/sparks-fly-as-rfk-jr-tells-senators-cdc-failed-americans-during-covid/
“The people at CDC who oversaw that process, who put masks on our children, who closed our schools, are the people who will be leaving,” he said, adding, “That’s why we need bold, competent and creative new leadership at CDC. People who are able and willing to chart a new course.”
The Profits of Big Pharma: Protected and Profitable
The lack of liability for vaccine manufacturers has undermined one of the most effective mechanisms for ensuring product safety: the risk of legal action. In virtually every other industry, liability is a form of quality control.
https://publichealthpolicyjournal.com/its-only-logical-this-bill-will-end-the-era-of-vaccine-liability-protection/
‘Since the passage of the NCVIA, vaccine manufacturers have enjoyed enormous financial rewards while being shielded from liability. This is especially true in the wake of the COVID-19 pandemic, where companies like Pfizer and Moderna generated unprecedented profits from their vaccines. In 2021 alone, COVID-19 vaccine sales brought in nearly $100 billion globally, an astronomical sum for an industry that faces little risk of litigation for its products’
Question Everything, please
Fortunately for me, my hospitalisation experience in my little Hampshire (UK) town was in no way life threatening and I do not attempt to compare it to those who have lost their lives due to negligence either by hospitals or by vaccine harms. But I did experience unnecessary distress and pain which did not need to happen. My heart goes out to those who are harmed, and to their loved ones, and I urge those especially facing any type of coercion towards taking vaccines, to please think twice. Consider the profits being made by both the medical industry, the vaccine industry, and the pharmaceutical industry before introducing any substances into your body as, although they don’t disclose it, even your GP is making profits from these industries.
Through Bioresonance I still appear to have high levels of Klebsiella Pneumonia after that event, which is kept at bay with regular sessions with my bioresonance machine. It is a shame to treat a pathogen with the incorrect antibiotic as this can lead to antibiotic resistance. It taught me to keep on top of my own health a bit better as I am often guilty of prioritising others. In fact as I type I am doing treatment through NLS headphones. I am blessed to have access to this type of health care as I do not wish to go through the British healthcare system again.
“Doctors have important roles to play in a pandemic—primarily in treating the sick and advising on prevention—but they cannot become rulers, and politicians cannot hide behind them. And we, the people, must never succumb to the idea that a world run by doctors would be a better world.”
https://www.bmj.com/content/372/bmj.n272/rr
Further reading:
UKCV Family Website
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