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
This was both the first and last patient that ever ran away from me, or
that ever appeared to be desirous of doing so. On the whole, though no
one pitied her more than myself, I was glad when she was gone. She was
hardly worth curing. I never heard from her more, except vaguely, some
time afterward, that she was dead, which was probably correct. Most
certainly I could not have lived long, in her circumstances.
I was very unwise in taking the charge of her, or, at least, in
retaining her a moment after she refused to obey me. However, I had my
reward. The public not being possessed of all the facts in the case,
probably lost confidence in me. It was proper that they should. He who
takes a viper to his bosom, must not be surprised if he suffers the
natural consequences of his presumption.
CHAPTER LXXXVIII.
HEALTH HOSPITALS.
Some of my friends, fully aware of my strong reliance on the
recuperative powers of nature, and of my growing scepticism in regard to
medicine, entered into combination and proposed to place me at the head
of a hospital, in which I should have an opportunity, as they supposed,
to test the superiority of my favorite practice.
The buildings needful for the purpose, were to be furnished by one of
the company, gratuitously. For the rest, a subscription was to have been
started. The salary was to have been $1,000 a year. Matters were, in
fine, carried so far that nothing remained but my own acceptance or
non-acceptance, of the proposal, as there was no doubt that the
subscription would readily succeed.
But I saw, at the moment, so many difficulties, that after a careful
consideration of the subject I was compelled to decline. Situated as I
then was, and with very little self-confidence, perhaps the decision was
right. And yet I have at times, ever since, regretted it. I was not then
so fully aware as I now am, of the stern necessity of such institutions.
Still later than this, I made an effort to establish a Hospital, on my
own responsibility, and on my own plan. This was, simply, to receive
patients at my house, and teach them, both by precept and example, _how
to live._ In other words, I was to teach the art of preventing disease
by obeying the physical and moral laws. Even disease itself was to be
cured by obedience to these laws,--those of hygiene.
At this time, I was residing in the country. Had I been in the crowded
city, I might, perhaps, have succeeded. As it was, I found many
difficulties. Just now, too, among other difficulties, my pecuniary
condition became embarrassed, and I was anxious to be freed from debt
before I begun a work which, at best, required a good deal of capital.
Not to be able to labor wholly gratuitously would, as I thought, defeat
my whole plan.
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