I’ve long admired Sarah Myhill, a fourth-generation GP shaped before the managerial bloom of the National Health Service. Her latest (and most common) "offence" is not malpractice but parsimony: she was investigated for “not prescribing enough.” Her patients were inconveniently well, sustained by the unfashionable belief that bodies, properly nourished and exercised, may manage without a monthly ration of pills. No complaints, no harm, merely a suspicious lack of repeat prescriptions.
The General Medical Council scrutinised her as if restraint were deviance. In an age addicted to intervention, she practised prevention; in a culture of pharmaceutical confetti, she kept the jar closed, prescribing Ivermectin during the COVID period.
The farce darkens on inspection: a system that distrusts health because it generates no paperwork. Prosecutors struggle, one barrister noting the awkward truth that her patients were better and none would testify. The latest "GMC cases against Dr. Sarah Myhill" score now reads Myhill 47 - GMC’s 0; irritation, perhaps, at a doctor who still remembers the Hippocratic Oath, that antique instruction to do no harm,.
Graeme & Phylipa Dinnen
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