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To: Knighty Tin who wrote (263464)	10/11/2003 12:39:32 PM
From: maceng2	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 436258

Walker Naddell was way ahead of anybody imho. He was only controversial in that he invented a military career for himself, a common problem amongst males during wartime, and he was prompted to write a book on it, the press exposed him and unfortunately the shock was too much for him and he passed on a short time later. That he was a first rate neuro-surgeon is not in any doubt though. He must of cured 10's of thousands of patients. He practised for 50 years. This is what Stanley Baxter wrote in the forward... (I hope the publisher and family forgive my little transgression here...) He was not expensive either. I got fixed for £300. The thing is it's a very common problem (thee most common problem after colds) and you do not really have to be a neuro surgeon to do it. I am talking about a prolapsed disk (slipped disc as it's commonly known). Of course he could treat a host of other more complicated problems too. There is a lot of money to be made, and a lot of people to fix using his method some day. Some enterprising doctor ought to check out his book. AWN just churned out fixed people. ======================================================== First some Stanley baxter links.. bbc.co.uk chortle.co.uk ========================================================= Foreword By STANLEY BAXTER I ARRIVED in Glasgow still trailing my right leg. Sciatica stemming from back trouble had begun on a coast to coast tour of America. An American chiropractor, a distinguished Harley Street consultant and two osteopaths all had had a go at putting it right. Now I was two weeks away from opening night and hardly able to walk, never mind dance and clown around with Ronnie Corbett, as my role in ‘Cinderella’ demanded. When moaning about it to Herbert Lumsden, the theatre manager (I don’t suffer in silence), Herbert said ‘Oh, you ought to go to a fellow we’ve got in Glasgow. Max Bygraves had back trouble and this fellow put him right in no time: ‘Oh Herbert’ I said ‘I’ve done EVERYTHING. It’s no use. ‘Well at least give him a try ‘What’s his name?’ ‘Walker-Naddell ‘Sounds like pure quack. Double barrelled name . . my voice trailed off as another knife seared down the nerve in the right leg. Oh! God!! Alright! One more try. Where does he practise?’ ‘Sandyford Place After a short wait I was ushered into a cosy old-fashioned consulting room, where I was greeted in a gruff, though friendly, voice by a sturdy muscular man of medium height. I told him the medical history and was astonished — almost angered — to hear him say, avuncularly, and with a confidence I regarded as verging on the insane, ‘Oh we’ll have you dancing by the end of the week!’ I growled a trifle ruefully, ‘Will you indeed?’ and ticked off the list of miracle workers at whose hand I had suffered to no avail. Warming to my theme I added, ‘One of your Harley Street colleagues even had me on a rack being stretched by two Amazons. I rounded off my tirade by saying ‘Frankly I’m a mite cynical about these and even your orthopaedic colleagues: ‘You’re cynical? We’ll shake on that sentiment he rejoined, proferring a hand with the largest thumb protruding from it that I had ever seen. ‘I’m a fully qualified orthopaedic surgeon myself but I seldom operate nowadays for this condition. It’s done with the hands — and the exercises that I’ll give you: A very brief session followed during which the famous thumb found the offending disc and detached it. I was manipulated briefly and given one simple exercise to do twice a day. There were two more visits before Walker-Naddell took me off his books but, as I stepped out into Sandyford Place that day, I knew already I’d found my saviour. And he was right about the dancing. I was ‘charlestoning’ with nary a twinge before the end of rehearsals. Any time since that memorable occasion that I’ve twisted an ankle or sprained a back I’ve rushed back to ‘WN’ and he’s never let me down. The last time I visited him he was telling me that an Arab Sheik had developed back trouble in London and a source not a thousand miles from the Foreign Office had got in touch with him, urging him to hasten south to treat the Middle Eastern V.I.P. ‘So you had to go to London?’ I said. ‘Not I! I told them to send him up to Glasgow and get him in to a local hotel: In the pause that followed I looked out at a darkening Sauchiehall Street with thoughtful bemusement. He broke the silence with, ‘You mustn’t indulge these multi-millionaires y’ know!’ ======================================================= me again... I can vouch he was a fairly tough guy though. The day I was to see him he had an accident in the bathroom. He slipped on a mat and crashed to the floor. His face hit the sink on the way down. Remember he was 90 years old at this point. A doctor was called and he was told to stay in bed a recuperate from his many injuries (half his face was blue for a start). He was half an hour late coming into work. He could hardly stand up, and I was a sorry mess anyway. I was in quite some pain and scared chitless, but I decided to go ahead anyway and let him operate. In the following meeting he straighten my spine out, He was the only person autherised by the NHS to do this in Britain.