Ten Months' Suffering in a Hospital.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 6886, 23 June 1890, Page 1

Ten Months' Suffering in a Hospital.

o There is an old Baying 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 apt to be conceited. They don't like to be beaten at their own trade by outsiders who have never studied medicine. They therefore pay, by their frequent failures, the penalty of refusing instruction unless the. teacher, bears their own "Hall Mark." An eminent physician — Dr BrownSequard, of Paris — states the fact accurately when he says : "The medical profession are so bound up in their Belf-con-fidence 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'stefctoßhip Concordia, of the Donaldton line, sailed from Glasgow for Baltimore in 1887, having on board as a fireman a man named Eiohard 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 labour, and had been healthy and strong. ' Oa 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 fireroom. 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 General Hospital, and the ship sailed away without him. The House Surgeon gave him some powders to stop the vomiting, and the next day tho visiting physician gave him a mixture to take every four hours. Within two days Wado was so much worse that tho 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 eullered 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 oach meal to digest the food, operating pills one every night, and tomperature pills two each night to stop the cold Bweats. If drugs could cure him at all, Bichard had an idea that he took enough to do it. But on the other hand pleurisy set in, and the doctors 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 cf visiting physicians. Tho 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 iteelf. He refused to stand any more dosing, and told 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 dayß. 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 provod 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 bronght 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." j The above facts are calmly and impartially Btated, 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.