TEN MONTHS' SUFFERING IN A HOSPITAL.
J There is an old saying that physicians are a class of men who pour drugs, of which they know little, into bodies of which they know less. This is both true and untrue at the same time. There are good and poor awyers, and good and poor doctors. The trouble with these medical gentlemen aaa profession is that they are clannish, and n to be conceited. They don't like to beaten at their own trade by aiders wh have never studied medicine. They there fr|e pay, by their frequent failures, the penalty ot refusing instruction unless the tdacher bears their own "Hall Mark. ' An eminent physician—Dr Brown-Sequard, of Paris—states the fact accurately when he says : " The medical profession are so bound up in their self-confidence and conceit that they allow the diamond truths of science to be picked up by persons entirely outside their ranks. We give a most interesting incident, which illustrates this important ruth.
■The steamship "Concordia," of the Donaldson Line sailed from Glasgow for Baltimore in 1887, having on board as afireman a man named Richard Wade, of Glasgow. He had been a fireman for fourteen years on various ships sailing to America, China, and India. He had borne the hard and exhausting labor, and had been healthy and strong. On the trip we now name he began for the first time to feel weak and ill. His appetite failed, and he suffered from drowsiness, heartburn, a bad taste in the mouth, and costiveness and irregularity of the bowels. Sometimes when at work he had attacks of giddiness, but supposed it to be caused by the heat of the fire room. Quite often he was sick and felt like vomiting, and had some pain in the head. Later during the passage he grew worse, and when the ship reached Halifax he was placed in the Victoria Geneaal Hospital, and the ship sailed away without him. The house surgeon gave him some powders to stop the vomiting, and the next day the visiting physician gave him a mixture to take every four hours. Within two days Wade was so much worse that the doctors stopped both the powders and the mixture. A month passed, the poor fireman getting worse and worse. ,
Then came another doctor, who was to be visiting physician for the- next five months. He gave other medicines, but not much relief. Nearly all that time Wade suffered great torture j he digested nothing throwing up all he ate. There was terrible pain in the bowels burning heat in the throat, heartburn, and racking, headache. The patient was now taking a mixture every four Hours, powders, one after each meal to digest the food, operating pills one every night, and temperature pills two each night to ■ stop the cold sweats. If drugs could cure him at all, Richard had an idea that he took enough to do it. . But on the other hand, pleurisy set in and tli* doctor, toolt ninety ounces of matter from his right side and then told him he was sure to die. Five months more rolled by and there was another change of visiting physicians. The new one gave Wade a mixture which he said made him tremble like a leaf on, a tree.
At this crisis Wade's Scotch blood asserted itself. He refused to stand any more dosing, and t^ld the doctors that if he must die he could die as well without them as with them. By this time a cup of milk would turn sour on his stomach, and lie there for days. Our friend from Glasgow was like a wreck on a shoal, fast going to pieces. We will let him tell the rest of his experience in the words in which he communicated it to the press. • . He says: "When I was in this state a lady whom I had never seen came to the hospital and talked with me. ,She proved to be an angel of mercy, for without her I should not now be alive. She told me of a medicine called 'Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup,' and brought me a. bottle next day. •I started with it, without consulting the doctors, and in only a. feiv days' time I was out of bed calling for ham and eggs for breakfast. From that time keeping on with Mother Seigel's great remedy, I got well fast, and waa soon able to leave the hospital and come home to Glasgow. ■ I now feel a3 if I was in another* world, and have no illnesß of any kind." , • The above facts are calmly and impartially stated, and the reader may draw his own conclusion. We deem it best to use no names although Mr Wade gave them in his original deposition. His address is No 244, Stobcross street, Glasgow, where letters will reach him.
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TEN MONTHS' SUFFERING IN A HOSPITAL., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2428, 13 May 1890
TEN MONTHS' SUFFERING IN A HOSPITAL. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2428, 13 May 1890
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