I have a long history of non-practice. I think it's called Psycho-motorized Physiological non-Pharmaceutical Physicianism, well, something like that. I learned from my grandmothers when I was a little kid. My grandmothers made everything, soap, cottage cheese, one made home brew and wine the other was a tea total-er. They both had their own form of first-aid and did really well at it.
I also had a neighbor, Nellie Jones, wife of John Sell Parker Jones III - a local farmer with a fancy name. I had a bunch of warts on my right hand, the web part between the thumb and forefinger. She put some juice from a milkweed on it, told me it would be gone in a few days. And, it was! Mental magic right there. That's when I might have decided to go in to practice myself.
I try to help people with lots of ailments; need a joint replacement? See me, I have a hacksaw and a hatchet, they're made from painless steel, and probably won't hurt. I can cure most everything by dragging a part from a car, cutting or maybe burning with acid. All I ask in return is that you sign a simple release absolving me of any damages. How's that? Free medical care, right here!