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
While cholera was prevailing in our large towns and cities, and a few
cases were occurring and proving fatal in my own neighborhood, a friend
of mine, who had till recently been a sea captain, complained, one day,
of cholera symptoms, and begged to know what he could do to ward off the
threatened disease.
On inquiry I found he was more than half right, that cholera, surely
enough, was already marking him for its victim. The rice-water
discharges, so called, had actually commenced. Had he been any thing but
a resolute tar, he would have gone on, most evidently, into severe if
not fatal disease.
I gave him the best advice I was able, with regard to diet, exercise,
etc.,--probably the same, or about the same, that any thoughtful medical
man, in the same circumstances, would have given. He was to be cheerful,
quiet, and abstinent. For food, he was to use nothing but a little
boiled rice,--at least, till the symptoms of cholera began to abate. He
was especially directed to avoid all medicine.
Several weeks passed away, during which I heard nothing from him. As I
did not hear of his death, however, I concluded he must have recovered.
One day, rather unexpectedly, I met him again, and inquired familiarly
how he got along with his cholera? He laughed outright, but immediately
added,--"Sit down, sir, and I will tell you the whole story."
"After I left you," said he, "the thought struck me,--Why cannot I
control the muscles of my system as well as my appetites and passions?
Indeed, on occasions, I have done it, at least for a short time. These
little rice-water evacuations cannot, in the nature of things, do much
harm by being retained. I can do what any man can. These frequent
demands of nature seem to me very unreasonable. I will not yield to
them. And, like a good sailor, I kept my word. For nearly a whole day I
never permitted a single evacuation. Then, after yielding obedience, for
once, to nature's clamorous demands, I again enforced my prohibitory
law. My task, the second day, was less severe than it was the first, and
on the third day I got along very comfortably. The fourth day I was
well; and to-day you see me here."
Whether he told me the truth, I do not know, of course; but I give the
statement, as nearly as I can recollect, just as it was given to me. I
have reason, however, for believing it to be true. The man is still
alive, and is as likely to live for twenty or twenty-five years to come,
as you or I, or any other individual.
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