TEN MONTHS' SUFFERING IN A HOSPITAL.
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 lawyers, and good and poor doctors. The trouble with these medical gentlemen as a profession is that they are clannish and not to be conceited. They don't like to be beaten at their own trade by aiders who have never studied medicine. They therefore pay, by their frequent failures, the penalty ot reiusing instruction unless the teacher 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 truth. The steamship "Coricordia," of the Donaldson Line sailed from Glasgow for Baltimore in 1887, having oh board as afire- ( man a man named Richard Wade, of Glasgow, i He had been a fireman for fourteen years on various ships sailing to America, China, and J India. He had borne the hard and exhausting \ labor, and had been healthy and strong. On j 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 atjwqrk he had attacks of giddiness, but supposed it to Tie 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; 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 tJu doctor, took 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-jld 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. few 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 was soon able to leave the hospital and come home to Glasgow. I now feel as if I was in another world, and have no illness 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.
Mr Verrall, M.H.R., for Ashley, will probably contest Cheviot at the next election.
A contractor named Henry Cooksley was killed in a quarry on the Sumner road by a fall of earth on Saturday afternoon. He was a married man about 30 years old.
According to a correspondent of the " Sporting and Dramatic News " the iollowing yarn is really true : The Earl of Dalhousie is, I believe, since dead, but the others are still alive, and people of light and leading. Two or three years ago a globe-trotting nobleman, the Earl of Dalhousie, came to visit New Zealand. The Government put him, as it does most "distinguished strangers," in charge of competent bear-leaders in different parts of the Colony, and he was taken round and shown things. In the district of Otago his bear-leader was a Mr Brydone, a leading citizen in all matters of farm work, a shining light in stud sheep, prize cattle, or thoronghbred horses, Mr Brydone naturally desired to show Lord Dalhoxisie one of our finest farms, and for the purpose telegraphed to Mr Menlove, a famous stockbreeder, that on a certain day he would visit his place with the Earl of Dalhousie. Menlove happened to be away. Mrs Menlove opened the telegram, and in the innocence of her heart, knowing that prize bulls are often Twentyfourth Earl of This, or Sixteenth Duke of the Other, instead of sending the carriage to j the station *for two distinguished guests, | thought it best to send down a man with, a » I rope and a ring. Tableau at the station— " fie»se ? aur, I w here; where be the bull ?"
Hollowat's Pills.—lnvalids distracted by indigestion and discouraged in their search for its remedy should make a trial of this never-failing medicine. A lady, long a martyr to dyspeptic tortures, writes that Holloway's Pills made her feel as if a burden had been taken off her. Her spirits, formerly low, have greatly improved ; her capricious appetite has given place to healthy hunger; her dull, sick headache has departed, and gradually so marvellous a change been effected that she is altogether a new creature, and again fit for her duties. These pills may be administered with safety to the most delicate. They never act harshly, nor do they ever induce weakness; they rightly direct deranged, a d control excessive, action.
Permanent link to this item
TEN MONTHS' SUFFERING IN A HOSPITAL., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2436, 9 June 1890
TEN MONTHS' SUFFERING IN A HOSPITAL. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2436, 9 June 1890
Using This Item
See our copyright guide for information on how you may use this title.