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
Nearly every living person has some idea, of greater or less intensity,
of pores in the skin; at least, they use language which implies such an
idea. They talk, often, of the necessity of keeping these pores open.
But how is it to be done? Not certainly while they use little or no
muscular exercise, by washing, once a day, their hands and faces merely,
or, as some say, their fingers, their noses, and the tips of their
chins. They may talk, on occasions, very boldly and flippantly, about
_sweating_ away a cold, as they term it; but do they vainly suppose that
the sweat vessels or sweating machinery has nothing to do, from day to
day, which might prevent the necessity of resorting to these sweating
processes?
Miss L. appeared to be in utter ignorance of any laws of the skin, or of
the digestive or muscular systems. And yet her thoughts had been turned,
often and frequently, to her own feelings and sensations. She would
talk, almost incessantly, if anybody would hear her, about her aches and
pains, and could describe her whole train of feelings, from morning to
evening, with a faithfulness and patience and minuteness that would have
furnished a genius less than Defoe with material sufficient for quite a
huge volume.
Now I could have visited and counselled Miss L., at least once a week,
with great profit to herself, had she been as intelligent, in general,
as she was familiar with her own sensations. As things were, her
confidence was rather more troublesome than agreeable; but she was,
practically, a standing patient; and physicians, as you know, cannot
choose. They must be, among mankind, like the Great Physician, as they
who "_serve_;" not as those who are _to be served_, or accommodated. And
they must serve those who come to them.
Miss L. was evidently somewhat disappointed, when she found I was not
disposed to give her any medicine. A little, she thought, might
sometimes be useful; a great deal she did not believe in, of course.
Experience had forced upon her some of the lessons of wisdom. However,
she contrived to fasten a good deal of faith on the laws of health,
which I continually held forth to her. In particular, I urged on her the
necessity of endeavoring to keep up what I was wont to call a
centrifugal tendency in her system. A good plump, healthful, ever
active, and ever vigorous skin was, as I told her, our only hope in her
case. As a means to this end, and also as a means of withdrawing her
attention from the slavery of a constant attendance on her own
sensations, I urged her to mingle with society much more, and go about
doing good to others, on the great principle, "It is more blessed to
give than to receive." I warned her, however, against the danger of
falling into the habit of giving an account of herself--her woes and
sorrows--to every one she might meet with, who should kindly inquire
about her condition, since it would greatly retard her improvement, even
if it did not keep up or renew her disease.
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