THREE INVALIDS1. - SUFFERINGS OF GEORGE AND HARRIS. - A VICTIM TO ONEHUNDRED AND SEVEN FATAL MALADIES. - USEFUL PRESCRIPTIONS3. - CURE FORLIVER COMPLAINT IN CHILDREN. - WE AGREE THAT WE ARE OVERWORKED, AND NEEDREST. - A WEEK ON THE ROLLING DEEP? - GEORGE SUGGESTS THE RIVER. -MONTMORENCY LODGES4 AN OBJECTION. - ORIGINAL MOTION CARRIED BY MAJORITY OFTHREE TO ONE.
THERE were four of us - George, and William Samuel Harris, and myself,and Montmorency. We were sitting in my room, smoking, and talking abouthow bad we were - bad from a medical point of view I mean, of course.
We were all feeling seedy, and we were getting quite nervous about it.
Harris said he felt such extraordinary fits of giddiness come over him attimes, that he hardly knew what he was doing; and then George said thatHE had fits of giddiness too, and hardly knew what HE was doing. Withme, it was my liver that was out of order. I knew it was my liver thatwas out of order, because I had just been reading a patent liver-pillcircular, in which were detailed5 the various symptoms by which a mancould tell when his liver was out of order. I had them all.
It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicineadvertisement without being impelled6 to the conclusion that I amsuffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its mostvirulent form. The diagnosis7 seems in every case to correspond exactlywith all the sensations that I have ever felt.
I remember going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatmentfor some slight ailment8 of which I had a touch - hay fever, I fancy itwas. I got down the book, and read all I came to read; and then, in anunthinking moment, I idly turned the leaves, and began to indolentlystudy diseases, generally. I forget which was the first distemper Iplunged into - some fearful, devastating9 scourge10, I know - and, before Ihad glanced half down the list of "premonitory symptoms," it was borne inupon me that I had fairly got it.
I sat for awhile, frozen with horror; and then, in the listlessness ofdespair, I again turned over the pages. I came to typhoid fever - readthe symptoms - discovered that I had typhoid fever, must have had it formonths without knowing it - wondered what else I had got; turned up St.
Vitus's Dance - found, as I expected, that I had that too, - began to getinterested in my case, and determined11 to sift12 it to the bottom, and sostarted alphabetically14 - read up ague, and learnt that I was sickeningfor it, and that the acute stage would commence in about anotherfortnight. Bright's disease, I was relieved to find, I had only in amodified form, and, so far as that was concerned, I might live for years.
Cholera I had, with severe complications; and diphtheria I seemed to havebeen born with. I plodded15 conscientiously16 through the twenty-sixletters, and the only malady17 I could conclude I had not got washousemaid's knee.
I felt rather hurt about this at first; it seemed somehow to be a sort ofslight. Why hadn't I got housemaid's knee? Why this invidiousreservation? After a while, however, less grasping feelings prevailed. Ireflected that I had every other known malady in the pharmacology, and Igrew less selfish, and determined to do without housemaid's knee. Gout,in its most malignant18 stage, it would appear, had seized me without mybeing aware of it; and zymosis I had evidently been suffering with fromboyhood. There were no more diseases after zymosis, so I concluded therewas nothing else the matter with me.
I sat and pondered. I thought what an interesting case I must be from amedical point of view, what an acquisition I should be to a class!
Students would have no need to "walk the hospitals," if they had me. Iwas a hospital in myself. All they need do would be to walk round me,and, after that, take their diploma.
Then I wondered how long I had to live. I tried to examine myself. Ifelt my pulse. I could not at first feel any pulse at all. Then, all ofa sudden, it seemed to start off. I pulled out my watch and timed it. Imade it a hundred and forty-seven to the minute. I tried to feel myheart. I could not feel my heart. It had stopped beating. I have sincebeen induced to come to the opinion that it must have been there all thetime, and must have been beating, but I cannot account for it. I pattedmyself all over my front, from what I call my waist up to my head, and Iwent a bit round each side, and a little way up the back. But I couldnot feel or hear anything. I tried to look at my tongue. I stuck it outas far as ever it would go, and I shut one eye, and tried to examine itwith the other. I could only see the tip, and the only thing that Icould gain from that was to feel more certain than before that I hadscarlet fever.
I had walked into that reading-room a happy, healthy man. I crawled outa decrepit19 wreck20.
I went to my medical man. He is an old chum of mine, and feels my pulse,and looks at my tongue, and talks about the weather, all for nothing,when I fancy I'm ill; so I thought I would do him a good turn by going tohim now. "What a doctor wants," I said, "is practice. He shall have me.
He will get more practice out of me than out of seventeen hundred of yourordinary, commonplace patients, with only one or two diseases each." SoI went straight up and saw him, and he said:
"Well, what's the matter with you?"I said:
"I will not take up your time, dear boy, with telling you what is thematter with me. Life is brief, and you might pass away before I hadfinished. But I will tell you what is NOT the matter with me. I havenot got housemaid's knee. Why I have not got housemaid's knee, I cannottell you; but the fact remains22 that I have not got it. Everything else,however, I HAVE got."And I told him how I came to discover it all.
Then he opened me and looked down me, and clutched hold of my wrist, andthen he hit me over the chest when I wasn't expecting it - a cowardlything to do, I call it - and immediately afterwards butted23 me with theside of his head. After that, he sat down and wrote out a prescription2,and folded it up and gave it me, and I put it in my pocket and went out.
I did not open it. I took it to the nearest chemist's, and handed it in.
The man read it, and then handed it back.
He said he didn't keep it.
I said:
"You are a chemist?"He said:
"I am a chemist. If I was a co-operative stores and family hotelcombined, I might be able to oblige you. Being only a chemist hampersme."I read the prescription. It ran:
"1 lb. beefsteak, with1 pt. bitter beerevery 6 hours.
1 ten-mile walk every morning.
1 bed at 11 sharp every night.
And don't stuff up your head with things you don't understand."I followed the directions, with the happy result - speaking for myself -that my life was preserved, and is still going on.
In the present instance, going back to the liver-pill circular, I had thesymptoms, beyond all mistake, the chief among them being "a generaldisinclination to work of any kind."What I suffer in that way no tongue can tell. From my earliest infancy24 Ihave been a martyr25 to it. As a boy, the disease hardly ever left me fora day. They did not know, then, that it was my liver. Medical sciencewas in a far less advanced state than now, and they used to put it downto laziness.
"Why, you skulking26 little devil, you," they would say, "get up and dosomething for your living, can't you?" - not knowing, of course, that Iwas ill.
And they didn't give me pills; they gave me clumps27 on the side of thehead. And, strange as it may appear, those clumps on the head oftencured me - for the time being. I have known one clump28 on the head havemore effect upon my liver, and make me feel more anxious to go straightaway then and there, and do what was wanted to be done, without furtherloss of time, than a whole box of pills does now.
You know, it often is so - those simple, old-fashioned remedies aresometimes more efficacious than all the dispensary stuff.
We sat there for half-an-hour, describing to each other our maladies. Iexplained to George and William Harris how I felt when I got up in themorning, and William Harris told us how he felt when he went to bed; andGeorge stood on the hearth-rug, and gave us a clever and powerful pieceof acting29, illustrative of how he felt in the night.
George FANCIES he is ill; but there's never anything really the matterwith him, you know.
At this point, Mrs. Poppets knocked at the door to know if we were readyfor supper. We smiled sadly at one another, and said we supposed we hadbetter try to swallow a bit. Harris said a little something in one'sstomach often kept the disease in check; and Mrs. Poppets brought thetray in, and we drew up to the table, and toyed with a little steak andonions, and some rhubarb tart13.
I must have been very weak at the time; because I know, after the firsthalf-hour or so, I seemed to take no interest whatever in my food - anunusual thing for me - and I didn't want any cheese.
This duty done, we refilled our glasses, lit our pipes, and resumed thediscussion upon our state of health. What it was that was actually thematter with us, we none of us could be sure of; but the unanimous opinionwas that it - whatever it was - had been brought on by overwork.
"What we want is rest," said Harris.
"Rest and a complete change," said George. "The overstrain upon ourbrains has produced a general depression throughout the system. Changeof scene, and absence of the necessity for thought, will restore themental equilibrium30."George has a cousin, who is usually described in the charge-sheet as amedical student, so that he naturally has a somewhat family-physicianaryway of putting things.
I agreed with George, and suggested that we should seek out some retiredand old-world spot, far from the madding crowd, and dream away a sunnyweek among its drowsy31 lanes - some half-forgotten nook, hidden away bythe fairies, out of reach of the noisy world - some quaint-perched eyrieon the cliffs of Time, from whence the surging waves of the nineteenthcentury would sound far-off and faint.
Harris said he thought it would be humpy. He said he knew the sort ofplace I meant; where everybody went to bed at eight o'clock, and youcouldn't get a REFEREE32 for love or money, and had to walk ten miles toget your baccy.
"No," said Harris, "if you want rest and change, you can't beat a seatrip."I objected to the sea trip strongly. A sea trip does you good when youare going to have a couple of months of it, but, for a week, it iswicked.
You start on Monday with the idea implanted in your bosom33 that you aregoing to enjoy yourself. You wave an airy adieu to the boys on shore,light your biggest pipe, and swagger about the deck as if you wereCaptain Cook, Sir Francis Drake, and Christopher Columbus all rolled intoone. On Tuesday, you wish you hadn't come. On Wednesday, Thursday, andFriday, you wish you were dead. On Saturday, you are able to swallow alittle beef tea, and to sit up on deck, and answer with a wan21, sweetsmile when kind-hearted people ask you how you feel now. On Sunday, youbegin to walk about again, and take solid food. And on Monday morning,as, with your bag and umbrella in your hand, you stand by the gunwale,waiting to step ashore34, you begin to thoroughly35 like it.
I remember my brother-in-law going for a short sea trip once, for thebenefit of his health. He took a return berth36 from London to Liverpool;and when he got to Liverpool, the only thing he was anxious about was tosell that return ticket.
It was offered round the town at a tremendous reduction, so I am told;and was eventually sold for eighteenpence to a bilious-looking youth whohad just been advised by his medical men to go to the sea-side, and takeexercise.
"Sea-side!" said my brother-in-law, pressing the ticket affectionatelyinto his hand; "why, you'll have enough to last you a lifetime; and asfor exercise! why, you'll get more exercise, sitting down on that ship,than you would turning somersaults on dry land."He himself - my brother-in-law - came back by train. He said the North-Western Railway was healthy enough for him.
Another fellow I knew went for a week's voyage round the coast, and,before they started, the steward37 came to him to ask whether he would payfor each meal as he had it, or arrange beforehand for the whole series.
The steward recommended the latter course, as it would come so muchcheaper. He said they would do him for the whole week at two poundsfive. He said for breakfast there would be fish, followed by a grill38.
Lunch was at one, and consisted of four courses. Dinner at six - soup,fish, entree39, joint40, poultry41, salad, sweets, cheese, and dessert. And alight meat supper at ten.
My friend thought he would close on the two-pound-five job (he is ahearty eater), and did so.
Lunch came just as they were off Sheerness. He didn't feel so hungry ashe thought he should, and so contented42 himself with a bit of boiled beef,and some strawberries and cream. He pondered a good deal during theafternoon, and at one time it seemed to him that he had been eatingnothing but boiled beef for weeks, and at other times it seemed that hemust have been living on strawberries and cream for years.
Neither the beef nor the strawberries and cream seemed happy, either -seemed discontented like.
At six, they came and told him dinner was ready. The announcementaroused no enthusiasm within him, but he felt that there was some of thattwo-pound-five to be worked off, and he held on to ropes and things andwent down. A pleasant odour of onions and hot ham, mingled43 with friedfish and greens, greeted him at the bottom of the ladder; and then thesteward came up with an oily smile, and said:
"What can I get you, sir?""Get me out of this," was the feeble reply.
And they ran him up quick, and propped44 him up, over to leeward45, and lefthim.
For the next four days he lived a simple and blameless life on thincaptain's biscuits (I mean that the biscuits were thin, not the captain)and soda-water; but, towards Saturday, he got uppish, and went in forweak tea and dry toast, and on Monday he was gorging46 himself on chickenbroth. He left the ship on Tuesday, and as it steamed away from thelanding-stage he gazed after it regretfully.
"There she goes," he said, "there she goes, with two pounds' worth offood on board that belongs to me, and that I haven't had."He said that if they had given him another day he thought he could haveput it straight.
So I set my face against the sea trip. Not, as I explained, upon my ownaccount. I was never queer. But I was afraid for George. George saidhe should be all right, and would rather like it, but he would adviseHarris and me not to think of it, as he felt sure we should both be ill.
Harris said that, to himself, it was always a mystery how people managedto get sick at sea - said he thought people must do it on purpose, fromaffectation - said he had often wished to be, but had never been able.
Then he told us anecdotes47 of how he had gone across the Channel when itwas so rough that the passengers had to be tied into their berths48, and heand the captain were the only two living souls on board who were not ill.
Sometimes it was he and the second mate who were not ill; but it wasgenerally he and one other man. If not he and another man, then it washe by himself.
It is a curious fact, but nobody ever is sea-sick - on land. At sea, youcome across plenty of people very bad indeed, whole boat-loads of them;but I never met a man yet, on land, who had ever known at all what it wasto be sea-sick. Where the thousands upon thousands of bad sailors thatswarm in every ship hide themselves when they are on land is a mystery.
If most men were like a fellow I saw on the Yarmouth boat one day, Icould account for the seeming enigma49 easily enough. It was just offSouthend Pier50, I recollect51, and he was leaning out through one of theport-holes in a very dangerous position. I went up to him to try andsave him.
"Hi! come further in," I said, shaking him by the shoulder. "You'll beoverboard.""Oh my! I wish I was," was the only answer I could get; and there I hadto leave him.
Three weeks afterwards, I met him in the coffee-room of a Bath hotel,talking about his voyages, and explaining, with enthusiasm, how he lovedthe sea.
"Good sailor!" he replied in answer to a mild young man's envious52 query;"well, I did feel a little queer ONCE, I confess. It was off Cape53 Horn.
The vessel54 was wrecked55 the next morning."I said:
"Weren't you a little shaky by Southend Pier one day, and wanted to bethrown overboard?""Southend Pier!" he replied, with a puzzled expression.
"Yes; going down to Yarmouth, last Friday three weeks.""Oh, ah - yes," he answered, brightening up; "I remember now. I did havea headache that afternoon. It was the pickles56, you know. They were themost disgraceful pickles I ever tasted in a respectable boat. Did youhave any?"For myself, I have discovered an excellent preventive against sea-sickness, in balancing myself. You stand in the centre of the deck, and,as the ship heaves and pitches, you move your body about, so as to keepit always straight. When the front of the ship rises, you lean forward,till the deck almost touches your nose; and when its back end gets up,you lean backwards57. This is all very well for an hour or two; but youcan't balance yourself for a week.
George said:
"Let's go up the river."He said we should have fresh air, exercise and quiet; the constant changeof scene would occupy our minds (including what there was of Harris's);and the hard work would give us a good appetite, and make us sleep well.
Harris said he didn't think George ought to do anything that would have atendency to make him sleepier than he always was, as it might bedangerous.
He said he didn't very well understand how George was going to sleep anymore than he did now, seeing that there were only twenty-four hours ineach day, summer and winter alike; but thought that if he DID sleep anymore, he might just as well be dead, and so save his board and lodging58.
Harris said, however, that the river would suit him to a "T." I don'tknow what a "T" is (except a sixpenny one, which includes bread-and-butter and cake AD LIB., and is cheap at the price, if you haven't hadany dinner). It seems to suit everybody, however, which is greatly toits credit.
It suited me to a "T" too, and Harris and I both said it was a good ideaof George's; and we said it in a tone that seemed to somehow imply thatwe were surprised that George should have come out so sensible.
The only one who was not struck with the suggestion was Montmorency. Henever did care for the river, did Montmorency.
"It's all very well for you fellows," he says; "you like it, but I don't.
There's nothing for me to do. Scenery is not in my line, and I don'tsmoke. If I see a rat, you won't stop; and if I go to sleep, you getfooling about with the boat, and slop me overboard. If you ask me, Icall the whole thing bally foolishness."We were three to one, however, and the motion was carried.
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