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Nux vomica

Victor Nuxs Nasty Day

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Victor Nuxs Nasty Day

Dr John English

This poem and its cartoons introduce you to the homeopathic remedy Nux vomica
This poem contains over 70 rubrics (symptoms characteristic of the Nux vomica constitution). Can you spot them? For the answers and much more see:

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Text Dr John English, 2012 Illustrations Cecil Holden, 2012

Im in a hurry, mind your backs! Put those cases on the racks! As usual, the train is late, I shall never make my date.

Here at last, the ofce door, Sweep those petals off the oor! Wheres my secretary? Gaye! What is there to do today?

Appointment lists? We start at eight? Never nish at this rate! At ten there are three items listed, Why is that? Oh, I insisted! I only have myself to blame For booking Mr. Whats-his-name.

Busy till there is at one A working lunch with Mr. Lun. Which restaurant? Oh, Im in luck Ill order special Peking Duck. I spect Ill eat more than oughter! The thought of it makes my mouth water

Ah! the coffee. Put it there. Not so distant! Near my chair. This place is an untidy mess You should know this causes stress. Put my papers in neat piles Then greet the visitors with smiles. While youre at it, clean those shoes! Therell be some row if you refuse!

Ive ve minutes for this report, Should be much longer, life is short. Shut that door, and please keep quiet! That noise sounds like some sort of riot. God! it lls me up with anger, Ears assaulted by that clamour! Cant think straight with all that noise Do I employ a mob of boys?

The more there is upon my plate The harder tis to concentrate, And then I start to get the shakes And make incredible mistakes. Its still too early for a drink, A whisky now would help me think.

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Stomach pills, for goodness sake! That meal has left me stomach-ache. Ever since the luncheon ended Ive been feeling quite distended. And later, you may hear me groan From pain as if there were a stone.

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I never learn, and always rue, Quickly, I must nd the loo! Such colic, as I sit and strain, So little out, more must remain!

To make it worse Im getting drowsy Its hard to work when feeling lousy.

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I say, that ofce girls a corker! I must see if I can talk her Into something. Make a date; What a thought! Im getting sexy! ...Saves me getting apoplexy.

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Whats on tonight? A dinner date: The Englishes? Their food is great, And they are generous with the booze What better could a person choose?

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Success all round, this is the life, To crown it, Ive a gorgeous wife. Some people think I give her hell But theres another side as well, Im at my best into the night, Our sex life makes it all alright.

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Thanks a lot! A splendid dinner! Roast beef surely is a winner. Glad you served it with the fat, Ive quite a taste for some of that. Brrrr! Its cold outside the door, A summer coat, wish I had more. An early frost, wind from the east, Unseasonal, to say the least. One for the road, Ill have instead, Another on my way to bed.

Oh God! Turn down that bloody light! Have some sense, its much too bright! Its what? The same as every day? It cant be, its just what you say!

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Oh hell, Im feeling really ill A hangover, and praps a chill I feel it up and down my back, A draught is coming through that crack Which penetrates my very bones, Adds to my ills, adds to my moans, Makes me ache and shake and shiver While last nights drink will rot my liver.

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Quick, just go and get a pail, A pain as if there were a nail Hammered hard into my head While straining to be sick in bed. Too late to wish that Id stayed sober, Now my brain keeps turning over Pain from my occiput is tearing Muscles in my neck, and baring All my sensitive nerve ends. Touch me not! Ill make amends Truly, itd take a lotll Make me go back on the bottle.

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Tchooo! a body-racking sneeze Has come to make my ills increase. Nose, a creeping, crawling tickle, Now its morning starts to trickle, Soon to be a watry ood Mingled probably with blood. Now my throat is getting rough

And sore, as if that werent enough Hacking cough, Im going west, Something torn loose in my chest. Now another pain, infernal Soreness that is retrosternal. From my arms and legs I shiver As Im gripped by rising fever.

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These blankets ought to keep me warm, Wrapped right round my aching form But fail to achieve the task. For deliverance I would ask From the chains of fevers cage Petty things which make me rage: Every little draught of air, Every tick the clock makes there, Eyes that cannot stand the light, Even smells which would delight, Normally, now cause me ire And from which I will perspire.

Suddenly, beneath this sheet I am intolerant of the heat, Yet, if I poke out one toe As if Im naked in the snow!

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Whos there? You must be Dr. Jones. This cold eats right into my bones. Quick, nd some balm to ease this chill, Ive work to do, I cant be ill! Is there no way to cure this ux? Whats that? A tiny dose of Nux. Do you know, I think youre right, In a minute Im alright! Really, you must stay and dine, Please join me in a glass of wine!

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Dr John Englishs Homeopathic Poems

Dr John English has written over thirty poems and other creative learning materials for homeopaths. This poem contains over 70 rubrics (characteristic features of Nux vomica). Can you spot them? For the answers, other poems and much more see:

About the Author

Dr John English FRCGP FF Hom Dip Med Ac, lives in Salisbury with his wife, Wendy, and Jem the dog. They are visited frequently by an ever increasing number of grandchildren. He graduated in medicine in 1957, soon discovering during national service in Nigeria that general practice was where his heart lay. He developed a thriving and unusual National Health Service practice, introducing homeopathy and other complementary techniques to his patients. For this innovative approach, he was awarded the Fellowship of the Royal College of General Practitioners. He taught homoeopathy for over forty years, developing his unique body of teaching materials as a lecturer at Londons Royal Homoeopathic Hospital and as a guest speaker worldwide. He was also rapporteur for an EC (EU) committee that met for three years evaluating homeopathy, though its positive ndings were never published. Whilst most famous amongst his family for verses on annual birthday cards, his homeopathic poems have been received with affection and sometimes astonishment! by his pupils and colleagues. Accurate, yet engaging, the remedy poems reect his creative approach to passing on the wisdom of homeopathy to new generations of homeopaths.

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Other titles
Pulsatilla The Ballad of Jack and Jill Natrum muriaticum Ode to Natrum Mary And plenty more!

About the Illustrator

Cecil Holden (19192004) started sending cartoons to magazines as a glider pilot during the Second World War. After demob he entered the teachers training scheme eventually spending his working life in primary schools in Shefeld. As well as watercolours and cartoons, he was an accomplished musician, writing and arranging music and publishing poetry and articles on a variety of subjects.

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Did you spot the Nux vomica rubrics in the poem? For the answers and much more, visit www.enjoylearninghomeopathy.co.uk

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