Forty Years in the Wilderness of Pills and Powders: Cogitations and Confessions of an Aged PhysicianAlcott, William A. (William Andrus)
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Forty Years in the Wilderness of Pills and Powders: Cogitations and Confessions of an Aged Physician
Alcott, William A. (William Andrus)
Medicine -- Anecdotes
On a careful investigation of the case, I came to a full conclusion that
the son was right in his conjectures; that the coffee was the principal
source of his troubles; and that troubles still more serious might
befall him unless he abandoned it; and accordingly I told him so.
It was a severe trial. He was, in truth, a most inveterate
coffee-drinker; and the greater his slavery to it had become, the
greater his reluctance to believe it produced, on him, any injurious
effects. He consented, at length, to leave off its use for two months,
and see if it made any difference with him. Being, however, about half a
convert to hydropathy, as was also his son, it was concluded, with my
permission, to apply the cold _douche_ every day to his knee, by way of
an adjunct to the abstinence plan. No change was made in his diet; as,
in fact, very little was needed after the coffee had been removed. "But
one thing is needful," at the same meal, had long been his motto; and he
was never excessive in the use of even that.
The coffee was laid aside, and resolution was put to the test. He
suffered in his feelings for want of his accustomed stimulus during the
first month; but during the second, very little. In about five weeks
after I saw and had prescribed for him, I met him one day, by accident,
and inquired about his lameness. "Very much better," said he, smiling;
"but no thanks to you for it. It is the _douche_ which is curing me." I
replied that I was not very solicitous to know the cause, provided he
was cured.
On a more particular inquiry I found that his lameness had nearly
disappeared already; and what is more remarkable still, it never
returned. As long as he lived he could walk up and down stairs nearly as
well as I. He continued to be a water-drinker about ten years, when he
died, as he had lived, rejoicing in his emancipation from slavery to
coffee. He believed, most fully, in its evil effects and tendencies, and
did not hesitate, for many years before he died, to acknowledge that
belief. Neither his son nor myself had firmer faith in the connection of
law with penalty, in these matters, that he. And his only regret, in
this particular, seemed to be that he had suffered himself to remain,
almost all his lifetime, in what he now regarded as utter ignorance. And
yet, compared with most men of his day, he was quite enlightened.
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